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(lion roars)
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(train bell ringing)
(bell ringing)
(train whistle)
- Gang way, please!
- Where have you been?
I've been looking all over for you.
- All aboard! (speaking gibberish)
San Francisco, San Bernardino, New York City
All aboard!
- What did he say?
- Does this train go to Pottsville?
- Keep your ears open.
All aboard.
(speaking gibberish)
All aboard.
- Thank you.
- All aboard (speaking gibberish).
...and Pottsville.
- That's our train.
- Don't you keep...
Don't stand there like that!
Help me pick the music up, the train's moving!
(bell ringing)
(train whistle)
- All aboard.
- Hey, come on, the train's about to go now.
(people talking)
(train rumbling)
- Come on, Stan!
This is the last train today, come on!
Watch where you're going.
Come on, give me that stuff.
- Goodbye, Maureen!
- Goodbye, pal!
(bell ringing)
- Well, we've lost the music.
Now what are we gonna do?
- We can fake it.
- Fake it.
A good thing you didn't lose the fiddle,
or we would be sunk.
Sit down.
I'll find the conductor.
- Hey!
What's the idea?
- I'm awfully sorry, but he didn't see you.
I can't trust you anywhere.
Get back there.
- What are you trying to do?
Where are you fellas going?
- We're going to Pottsville.
Sit down.
I'm the manager of this act.
- Let me see your ticket.
Pottsville.
What are you fellas gonna do in Pottsville?
- We're a big time vaudeville act.
- Well, I'll bet you're good.
Come with me.
- Come on.
(train rumbling)
(slapping)
- Don't hit me like that.
(fabric tearing)
(woman screams)
(door opens)
(woman screams)
(fabric tearing)
(door closes)
(fabric tearing)
(train rumbling)
(fabric tearing)
(fabric tearing multiple times)
- That's it.
- Where are you going to sleep?
- I'm going to sleep up there, of course.
- Well, we can't get up there with this instrument.
- I don't care about the instrument
I'm the manager of the act
- I'm going to watch my fiddle.
I'm not going to let that go anywhere...
- There's people sleeping here.
You have to keep quiet.
- I'm sorry.
- Goodnight.
- (loudly) Goodnight.
- Shh!
- Shh.
- Get up there.
Let's go to bed.
(clattering)
- Shh.
- Don't shush me.
Broke my hat.
Now take your shoes off and get up there.
(shoes dropping)
(hitting)
- Get away from that.
Put your foot in there.
(grunting)
When I push you up, grab it.
That's right.
Get over there.
Now put your foot here.
Grab it, get it.
(grunting)
- Hey!
- This is our place.
Get up there.
(hitting)
(slap)
- Why...
- Shh.
- Get up on my back.
(train rumbling)
(grunting)
- Thank you.
(clattering)
(grunting)
Now lay down.
Don't you hit me like that,
I'll stretch your neck.
- Shhh.
- Shush me.
Now hold my hand.
(grunting)
(clattering)
I wish I'd checked you with the baggage.
(slap)
(people arguing)
(fabric tearing)
Let's hit the bed.
We've got four shows.
(train rumbling)
Could you not crowd me so much?
(struggling)
Get your head off of mine!
- Now you're choking me here.
- Let me get my suspenders off.
What'd you get an upper berth for?
- It was the only thing they had.
I tried...
(grunting)
Don't crowd so much.
- Don't keep pushing me like that.
Can't get any more room.
- (struggling) You're choking me!
(yelps in pain)
- Shhh.
(slapping)
- Shut up.
Don't hit me like that.
(train rumbling)
(grunting)
Get your foot out of my face.
And don't crowd!
Why don't you stay on your own side?
Will you quit crowding?
(whimpers)
Would you mind get over further and don't crowd?
- I look like a mackerel.
- Get that thing off my foot.
Give it to me.
Won't be bothered with that anymore.
(grunting)
(train rumbling)
Did you know that you have my pants on your leg?
(whimpers)
Get over on your side.
Don't you hit me like that.
Now keep quiet.
- That's my foot.
- Well, get your foot out of the way.
(Stan whimpers)
(heavy breathing)
- I want to put these pants...
Now, lay on that side.
(hitting)
Fix this bed up so we can go to sleep.
Hand me those clothes.
Will you get over there and quit crowding?
(fabric rustling)
(train rumbling)
Now give me that sheet over, you.
- Next stop is Pottsville.
(train whistle)
Pottsville.
All out for Pottsville.
- Hey.
(slapping)
Come on, this is where we get off.
The next station is Pottsville.
Hurry up and get your clothes on.
(train whistles)
(bell ringing)
- All out for Potts...
(fabric tearing)
(women yelling and screaming)
(bell ringing)
(train whistle blows)
- Where's the fiddle?
Mmm. (laughs)
Sure.
- Now wait a minute now.
Now don't lose your temper.
It was your fault that you put the thing under the...
I told you not to do it
Now wait a minute now, will you?
Hey, now wait, hey!
(bell clangs)