(WITH ITALIAN ACCENT) Now, kiddies,
I want you all to go out and bring home something for dinner.
Now, let me see. You bring a horse.
You, a cow. You bring a steer and you a moose.
Okay, Mamma.
Why, keeler. What's the matter with you?
Get a move on. Get going! Scram!
(CRYING)
Oh, no, no. Oh, no. No.
At least go out and get a butterfly. Or a little worm.
Or something.
(CRYING) Oh, no, no, no.
I'd rather not. No, I don't want to. No, I just, I just don't want to.
(GROANS)
(SINGING) Oh, lup-pa-dup-pa-dup-pa-lup-pa-lup
Oh, lup-pa-dup-pa-dup-pa-lup
Oh, lup-pa-lup-pa-lup-pa-dle-pa-dup-pa
(CROWING)
Why you ding-dang'd ole...
Oh, just watch me, folks. I'm gonna get myself that great big rooster.
My little keeler.
The spitting image of his papa!
(SPITS)
Come, keeler. Smack. Stop making a foolishness.
Why couldn't you be smart like your brothers?
I'll show them, by gum!
(SCREAMS)
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, pardon me, madam. I didn't mean to.
Ah, my darling little kiddies.
They bringing home such goodies.
FARMER: (SINGING) Old Macdonald had a farm
(SQUAWKING IN TUNE)
And on this farm he had a cow
(SQUAWKING IN TUNE)
With a moo-moo here and a moo-moo there
Here a moo
...there a moo.
Everyplace a moo...
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING)
LOVER: Darling, when I'm with you I feel like I'm way up in the clouds.
I wonder where my darling little keeler is.
Maybe he's bringing home something big.
No?
(SINGING) I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee
Hum, bum, bum-bum baby bumble bee
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
The bumble, dumble, humble, bumblebee
(LAUGHING)
Hello there, shorty.
Sort of small, ain't you? Oh, you want a fight, huh?
Well, come on, small fry. Put up your dukes.
Don't hang back there, shorty. Come on, fight like a man.
Why, you shriveled up, infinitesimal piece of shoe leather...
Okay, short stuff. Anchors away!
Get the lead out. Come on now. Come on.
(GROWLING)
(SHUSHING)
Easy there, bub. You're liable to scare shorty here.
(STUTTERING) You know...
(GROWLS)
Shorty!
Oh, what's happened to my little baby, my little bambino!
Where is my keeler? Keeler, come home!
(CRYING)
Oh, my little keeler, my little bambino.
Oh, where's my keeler?
Uh, yes?
Keeler. My darling. My baby.
So! I send you out for meat,
but you always come home with empty fingers.
You never, never bring home one teensy weensy piece of meat.
Well, now, I wouldn't say that.
(LAUGHING)
English - SDH