Captain of Guards:
What have you got?
Old Woman:
Well, I have a talking donkey.
Captain of Guards:
Really? Well, that's good for ten shillings... if you can prove it.
Old Woman:
Go ahead, little fella.
[Donkey says nothing]
Captain of Guards:
Well?
Old Woman:
He's just a little nervous. He's really quite the chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt...
Captain of Guards:
That's it, I've heard enough. Guards?
Old Woman:
No, no! He talks. He does...
[moves Donkey's mouth while trying to throw her voice]
Old Woman:
I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw.
Captain of Guards:
Get her out of my sight!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:32