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[Cynthia has just driven Mike and his sports car into a lake
] Mike McCoy
: If you're not out of here in about three seconds, I'm gonna put ya over my knee... I'm gonna paddle your bottom until it's as red as that jalopy you're drivin'!
: [Cynthia has just driven Mike and his racing car into a pond
] Hey! You're all wet! I saw you last night at the Crazy Club, you sing great! Mike McCoy
: You know you could've got me killed! Cynthia Foxhugh
: You sure killed me! Oh, and what you do with a song! Do you know it was all I could to to keep from jumping up on that stage. Mike McCoy
: Aw, knock it off will you? You just demolished me and you stand there yapping as if nothing happened! Cynthia Foxhugh
: You're cute! Mike McCoy
: No, you're cute! Cynthia Foxhugh
: The way you sing, the way you drive, the way you get mad! Mike, I really go for you! Mike McCoy
: Honey, I'm just about to go for you! Cynthia Foxhugh
: Oooh! I can hardly wait! Mike McCoy
: If you're not out of here in about three seconds, I'm gonna put you over my knee, I'm gonna paddle your bottom until it's as red as that jalopy you're driving! Cynthia Foxhugh
: But I'm only wearing it! Mike McCoy
: That's good because you're gonna feel it too!
[Mike steps down from his car and falls deeper in the water to the top of his head
] Cynthia Foxhugh
: [Cynthia laughs
] So long, Mike... For now! Mike McCoy
: [Repeating after Cynthia in snide mockery,
] "So long, Mike, for now!"
Diana St. Clair
: As soon as I domesticate you - get you housebroken - you'll be the best husband a girl ever had. Mike McCoy
: Husband? Les
: [clangs her cymbals to interrupt the conversation
] Over my dead body!
Diana St. Clair
: That's right, and as soon as I domesticate you - get you housebroken - you'll be the best husband a girl ever had. Mike McCoy
: I'm glad you like the car, and we're going to give you a chance to drive it, but you've got to promise me one thing. Mike McCoy
: Well, let's have it! Howard Foxhugh
: Don't encourage Cynthia! Mike McCoy
: Cynthia? What's she got to do with it? Howard Foxhugh
: Well, I didn't mind you singing for her. That was her birthday present, but now she is talking about marriage, and that, of course, is out of the question. Mike McCoy
: You're trying to say I'm good enough to drive your car, but I'm not good enough to marry your daughter? Howard Foxhugh
: Oh, now, Mike, don't put it that way! Mike McCoy
: I'll put it this way - if I want to marry Cynthia, and she wants to marry me, we'll get married! As for your car, you can drive it yourself!
: I'd rather stay single, do the things I like to do, race, sing...
: Excuse me, I seem to be bumping your binoculars.