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31 Cards in this Set
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Cigarette? |
Thanks.
Cigarette? |
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In Borneo they'd never heard of Barrymore or Calvin Coolidge. Martin showed 'em movies. One day the projector broke. That was when they ate our cameraman. I don't think that was very nice. |
I was browsing through Mechanics Illustrated the other day. |
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My pants are getting rusty. |
It said the French-- |
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The who? |
The French.
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Oh. Don't like the French.
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It said the French-- |
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They let me down, they did. |
It said the French-- |
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No. Don't like the French. |
Well, it said the French have built this train that travels ninety miles an hour. Now steam locomotives-or "Puffing Billies," as we used to call them-they only went twenty. Ninety's much faster. Doesn't leave a person nearly enough time. Why. There I'd be, flat on the tracks and just beginning to slip out of the ropes when clickety-clack-- No. Things are just too dangerous nowadays. I'll stay right here, if you don't mind. |
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The two women square off. Pause. At last, having thought better of picking a fight with the WOMAN IN ARMOR, the WOMAN IN SAFARI OUTFIT goes back and sits down. |
Yes, I think I'll stay right here, if you don't mind. Yes. Right here is home enough for me. |
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Vat I vanna know is, why didn't ve get to de report sooner? After all, you know, it's vat ve're really here for. I mean, to save our lives.
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Before they attack! |
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Miss White's report just explained it to you!
I couldn't follow its logic. |
What?! |
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Will someone please answer Miss Earhart's idiotic question: "How do we know the Men's Ward is going to attack?"
We simply know, that's how! |
Right. We simply know! |
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And our annual Christmas party! We'd lose that, I bet. And I love that party. I love Christmas. |
And what about our movies twice a month? I bet we wouldn't see any. |
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And I'm afraid you do me an injustice. I’ve got no intention of attacking unprovoked.
You don't? |
But-- |
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Which means we're the ones who've gotta do the attacking. But! I also say: it's no good to attack without sufficient provocation. |
Which could mean we'd lose a lot of privileges, right? |
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Yes. Curse his luck. A new world found. A new world for us to deal with. And, oh, my God, here we are, Queen of Spain, and not yet figured out what to do with this one.
Well. I knew we'd find a way. |
You mean-- |
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Right! I t’ought ve decided-
Oh, shut up! |
Yes. Didn't we ... |
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Oi gevalt!
What the-
Look, I don't- |
Bu-- |
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Actually, with all those signatures, it might be rather impressive at that.
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Amelia, for God's sakes, this is no time to joke around. |
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I ch-change my vote to … to Pearl White! |
What! |
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That's better. |
Mrs. Mozart! Look at her! She'd be better yet! |
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You come near me and I'll-- |
Kill Osa Johnson! Let's all kill Osa Johnson! |
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I'm gonna wring your little blonde neck once and for all! |
Gertrude Stein! I've changed my vote to Gertrude Stein! |
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Yes! Gertrude Stein! |
Not Osa Johnson! Gertrude- |
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Mrs.— |
Pearl!
Gertrude Stein!
Gertrude Stein! Gertrude Stein!
Mrs. Mozart! Mrs. Mozart! |
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You mean no one's going to mention poor Isabella? |
Isabella. Isabella! |
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Hah! So she does hear. |
So she does hear!! |
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Dear, please try and understand. It's for the Cause. It's for our lives. Self-sacrifice, you see, is the only way ... So help us just this once. Will you?
They surround her and back her into the arc of the table.
Now look. Now look! Now wait a second! |
Please, Amelia. Try and understand. |
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the circle of women proceeds to strangle the WOMAN IN AVIATRIX'S OUTFIT to death. The ones on the periphery bang on the table, on the floor, on anything they can find, in tribal beat. Of these women, the WOMAN WITH NOTEBOOK has climbed up on the table itself and is looking down, recording the event. The GIRL IN GOSSAMER DRESS suddenly rushes out of the circle with the aviatrix's parachute and goggles. |
I've got her goggles! I've got her goggles! I've got her silken sheet!
I'm Theda Bara, Not Pearl White! And those who disagree, just aren't right! |
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Yes. I knew we'd find a way. A plan. A way. |
It's so soft. So soft. I knew it would be this soft. |
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So we'll send it over in the morning, signatures attached. First, though, I must get my gavel fixed. Needs a little fixing. Seems a little weak. |
I've always wanted something just this soft. And something to put over my chest. |
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You made my poor life so happy. Don’t be angry vit me now.
The women, having seated themselves, look about the table and realize that something is wrong. |
It's Amelia. |
