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403 lines
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Hello. I'm Mr. Red.
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Wilbur?
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Good for you.
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Thanks, Dad.
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Hello?
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Can you come in for a minute?
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The vacuum cleaner's stuck.
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Be right over, honey.
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Oh, sweetheart, give me a little kiss.
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Sickening.
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Wilbur?
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Hi, Roger.
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Have you any plans for the weekend?
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Just work. Why?
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According to this fishing report, the marlin are running wild at Ensenada.
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They say they're practically leaping into the boat.
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Yeah. They must be using Mexican jumping beans for bait.
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What do you say?
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Tomorrow morning we pack our fishing gear and in a few hours we'll be south of the border.
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La cucaracha, la cucaracha.
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I'll tell Carol to get packed.
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Oh, no, wait a minute, wait a minute. This trip is for men only.
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What, you mean you want to leave Kay and Carol at home?
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Exactly. We don't need our wives. We'll have the marlin, and they talk less.
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The trouble with you is you're henpecked.
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I am not.
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I wear the pants in my family.
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That's the spirit, and be firm.
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Right. See you later, Roger.
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La cucaracha, la cucaracha.
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La cucaracha, la cucaracha.
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Ed.
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Ed, I can't take you with us.
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You heard Mr. Addison. This trip is for men only.
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What do I look like, a girl?
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Ed, it's impossible.
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You're leaving me alone on my birthday?
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Your birthday?
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Yep.
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Seven years ago, that old vet slapped me on the back and said to my father,
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Congratulations, it's a boy.
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Seven years old, huh?
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You know, you don't look more than five and a half.
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I try to stay in shape.
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What time do we leave?
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Look, Ed, we'll discuss it later. Carol's waiting for me.
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Wilbur.
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Yeah?
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Be firm. Just us men.
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La cucaracha, la cucaracha.
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Carol, I had a talk with Roger Addison.
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Honey, when you get that out, will you please put this extension in?
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I have to vacuum those drapes.
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Yes. He showed me this newspaper article.
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You got it loose yet?
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Oh, no. It's a very exciting article.
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They're leaping into the boat at Ensenada. Marlon, I mean.
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Marlon, honey, will you please listen to me?
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Why, yes, dear. What is it?
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Well, the...
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Yes?
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Can I help you with the drapes?
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Oh, you're so sweet.
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You know, honey, I've been working pretty hard lately,
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and I thought it isn't good for a fellow to all work and no play,
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and I thought perhaps maybe I could...
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Honey, be careful!
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Yeah, well, as I said, I've been working kind of hard lately, and I...
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I'll get the hammer so you can fix the rod.
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I thought perhaps...
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Operator?
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Would you please test my phone?
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Yeah.
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Yes, will you ring... Will you ring State 1-1781?
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Right away. Thank you.
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Here, dear.
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Oh, thank you.
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Now what were you saying, dear?
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Who, me? I wasn't saying anything.
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I'll get it, honey.
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Hello?
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Hello?
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Oh, yes! Hello, Roger.
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It's Roger Addison.
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Hello, Roger.
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Huh?
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Three days?
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Ensenada?
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Oh, sure, I love to go fishing.
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Just us men, huh?
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Well, I don't know, Roger. I hate to leave Carol alone.
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Oh, no, you're wrong about that, Roger.
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If I were to ask Carol, I know she'd let me go in a minute.
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Huh?
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They're leaping into the boat, huh?
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Roger.
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Well, I'll talk to Carol.
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Wilbur, who are you talking to?
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Must have been some practical joker.
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He certainly sounded like you.
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I guess he has a twin brother. Have you?
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Gee, Carol, I'm leaving tomorrow morning on a three-day fishing trip.
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Your husband would like to accompany me, but he hasn't the nerve to ask you.
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Oh, well, for heaven's sake, is that all?
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Honey, of course you can go.
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You'd let me go alone?
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If you'd like to.
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But I'll miss you.
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Well, it was your idea.
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You didn't say you wanted to go alone.
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You never asked me.
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Well, you could have suggested it.
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But I thought you wanted to go alone with Roger.
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Look, Carol, I did not marry you to go on trips with this man.
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Wilbur, don't raise your voice to me.
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Carol, you're fighting me. Your place is with your husband.
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But, dear...
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Legally, you haven't got a leg to stand on.
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Wherever the husband goes, the wife has to go.
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Right, Roger?
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You tell him.
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Oh, here's my darling breadwinner.
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Addison, would you mind driving me to...
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Kay, guess what?
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The boys want us to go along with them to Ensenada.
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No.
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Why, Addison doll, whatever made you change your mind?
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It seemed as illegal for a husband to catch a fish unless accompanied by his wife.
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Ensenada, what a lovely idea.
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Honey, we'd better start shopping right away.
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We've got no time to lose.
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Right, I've got a million things to do.
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You'd better find a place for Mr. Ed to stay while we're gone.
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What do you mean?
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Since you're not married to the horse, I don't believe you're legally obligated to include him on the trip.
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Well, I thought we could hitch a trailer to the car and take him along with us.
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Oh, good thinking.
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Then if you boys get tired, the horse can take his turn at the wheel.
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Darling, we can put him in a stable.
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Put Mr. Ed in a stable?
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He's too big for a kennel.
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Darling, don't look so worried.
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There must be a good place around.
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But I mean, it would break his heart.
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Tomorrow's his birthday.
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His birth...
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His birthday.
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How do you know?
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We...
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I think it said so on his papers.
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So it's his birthday.
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We could send him a singing telegram from Ensenada.
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Let's go, Carol. Those dress racks are calling.
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Darling, would you mind putting away those things and fixing the drapes?
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I just hate to shop in a hurry.
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What's the difference? Buy now, return later.
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Listen, it'll only take me a minute to change. Come on up with me.
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All right, dear. Stay out here. The water's very warm in Ensenada.
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Ed, you better sit down.
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Uh-uh. Here comes the snow job.
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Ed, I can't take you along.
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That's nice.
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You'll be having a ball in Mexico while I stand around here twiddling my hoofs.
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Ed, I'm not gonna leave you alone.
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What are you gonna do? Get me a horse sitter?
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Oh, be sensible.
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What fun would a horse have sitting around watching people fish?
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What fun do people have watching horses run?
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Well, you're such a great talker. Why don't you talk to Carol about coming along?
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Try her again, will you?
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All right. Soon she gets back from shopping.
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Muchos gracias, amigo.
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Uh-oh.
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I just bought this one dress. All these are Kay's.
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Yes, and that's just what I could carry. The rest I'm having delivered.
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Kay, you better rush back to the store.
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Why?
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You forgot to get snowshoes in case there's a blizzard.
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Oh, fooling. What are you gonna do with all these things?
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No problem. I'm running a sale on Monday.
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I think I'll wear the brown belt with this. What do you think?
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Maybe.
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I'm worried about leaving Ed.
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Oh, he'll be fine.
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It would break your heart to see Ed. He feels terrible about being left behind.
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That's silly. You're just imagining things.
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Who ever heard of taking a horse along on a fishing trip?
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Carol, Ed wouldn't be any trouble.
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Wilbur, I'm beginning to think you're using Mr. Ed as an excuse.
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Excuse?
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To make me stay at home.
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You're sorry you asked me to come along. Why did you say so?
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Carol.
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Oh, well.
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There's no sense in watching you two fight. I may as well go home and start my own.
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You know, Ed, I've been thinking about Mexico.
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With this change of climate, you're gonna feel real lobey.
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Then there's the difference in the food, you know, and the water, and the altitude.
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Maybe you should reconsider.
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I can see the handwriting on the wall.
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Look, Ed, I tried, but Carol just doesn't want you to come along.
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Okay. Leave me alone on my birthday.
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Ed, pull yourself together. It's only for three days.
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Besides, Carol started to cry. When I see tears, I just can't say no.
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Ed, don't.
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Okay, Ed, you're going.
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Anything she can do, I can do better.
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You can pick up some new handbags in Ensenada.
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Mm-hmm, that's right. Oh, sure.
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All right. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
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Yes, dear? Just a minute, Kay.
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Honey, I was just out in the barn, and if you could see Ed, it tears your heart out.
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No, no, don't cry. He's gonna stay.
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He wanted to take that horse to Ensenada again.
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Oh, these men will try to get away with anything.
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I guess I'll just have to try again.
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So, I got the axe again, huh?
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I have asked you not to listen in on that phone.
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You don't like me.
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Oh, stop saying that.
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I might as well go to work in a kiddie park.
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Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
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Those kids will ride me, kick me, beat me, but what do you care?
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Ed, be reasonable. If I have to pick between you and Carol, you know what my decision has to be.
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Yep, just break it to her gently.
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Ed, I'm gonna have to board you in a stable for a few days.
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Do anything you want. I don't care.
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Oh, now I don't know what to do.
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Can I help you?
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Yes, my name is Post. I phoned Mr. Kramer about boarding my horse here.
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Why, Mr. Kramer, how long do you want to leave?
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Well...
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Well, um, I'd like to leave him here for three days.
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All right, I think we can arrange that.
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I'll pick him up Sunday night. What time's...
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What are we whispering about?
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The horse feels terrible about coming here. This is his first time away from home.
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Oh, God, don't worry it. We got some horses that's been here for months.
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No!
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I'd like to leave him here for just three days. Three short days.
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Has he been fed?
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No, he's on a hunger strike today.
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Just leave the horse here. We'll take care of him.
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Come on, Ed, it's only for three days.
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Post, we've got more stuff in here than you can get in the average freight car.
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Most of your wife's.
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Wilbur, do you mind if I sit in the car with the rest of the group?
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I can't have you blocking the license plate for me.
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I told the girls we wouldn't have room for all these suitcases.
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I didn't think we'd be able to squeeze it all in.
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Well, this is it.
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Sweetie, don't forget to close the door.
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Can you fit these in, dear?
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Look, if I squeeze all that stuff in, I'll have to drive from the glove compartment.
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Ladies, we're only going away for the weekend. We're not fleeing the country.
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It's our fault you men don't know how to pack a car.
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Do you girls have any suggestions?
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I have. Here, put all the stuff in the back seat, Wilbur.
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There you go. Now, Addison, you take the rest of the bags.
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Carol, dear, look out so Wilbur can get them in there. There you go.
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Don't crash the car. Yes, in the back seat, please.
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Out there. Oh, there's plenty of room in there.
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Now then, Wilbur, get right into the driver's seat, just easy as pie.
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Here you go.
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Do you really think this is going to work?
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Oh, certainly. I've done it a million times.
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Get right in there next to Wilbur.
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Take them out and out of the mold.
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There you see, dear, nothing to it.
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I'll just stand here and wave as you drive away.
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Oh, I'm sorry, dear. Come on, get in. Now, squeeze over, everybody.
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Come on, now. We've got lots of...
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Oh, Wilbur. I know. That blue bag in the back can go.
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Wait a minute. You picked on the one valise containing my things.
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Well, it only has fishing clothes in it. Can't you catch fish in your slacks?
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Yes. Or we can go fishing at night and catch them in our pajamas.
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I have the perfect solution. What?
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Send the bags to Ensenada and we'll stay here.
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Come on, let's be sensible. We've got too much stuff in this car.
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This can go.
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This radio can go.
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This bag...
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That stays.
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That's our phone, honey. Where did you pack it?
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Never mind, I'll get it.
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Let's compromise. Supposing we leave just a couple of things behind.
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Right. Two wives.
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Hello.
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Mr. Post? Yes?
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Got some bad news. Your horse is missing.
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Missing? What happened?
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I think he's been stolen. Just before he disappeared, I heard a voice in his stall.
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Oh, I don't know. Something about a kiddie park.
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No, I didn't see anybody around. That's what makes it so peculiar.
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He told me he'd run off to a kiddie park.
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Do you see my little black bag?
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Your black bag? There are 75 bags in there.
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Right behind there. I'm awful sorry.
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I'm going to the kiddie park.
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Well, that's one way to settle the packing problem.
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Did he say kiddie park?
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He said, like they say, men are little boys at heart.
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Ed! Ed, it's me!
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Hmm.
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Hold it, Mac. You can't go out there.
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That's my horse. He ran away from home.
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What are you talking about?
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He's mine. Don't believe what he tells you.
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Wait a minute.
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That horse has been here ever since I came to...
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Who told me?
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Excuse me. I'll be back in a minute.
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You looking for trouble, Mac?
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I've got to get out there.
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Only riders are allowed out on the tracks, eh?
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How much for a ride?
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15 cents, four for a half.
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Wait a minute. I get it.
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This is a hidden camera show. We're on TV, right?
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Where's the camera?
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Where'd you hide it?
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Boy, you had me fooled for a minute.
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Where's the camera?
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Hiya, honey. Hiya, Davey boy. This is Daddy.
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Where'd you hide the microphone?
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Under your lapel.
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Four rides on that pony, please.
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Oh, I beg your pardon, madam. That's my pony. I was here first.
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Wait a minute, mister. I was here before you.
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No, no, you see, I was talking to the ticket taker when you came up.
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You ought to have numbers, like in the butcher shop.
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How long is your child going to ride?
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Excuse me.
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Are you going to ride that pony?
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Just for a minute. I only bought one ticket.
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What's the matter, mister? A big man like you riding a pony?
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You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you big...
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Madam, please. You're on television.
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Television?
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Hidden camera.
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No.
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Where's the camera? Oh, this is exciting.
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Oh, are they going to give away prizes?
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Oh, hello.
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Mother, are you watching?
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Oh, I have to clean you up. We're on television.
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Say hello to Grandma.
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Come on, faster. Catch that big horse. Come on, let's go.
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Kid, you shouldn't have run away.
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Get away from me, boy, you bugger.
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Listen, kid, you knew I tried to get Carol to change her mind.
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I wouldn't go now if you're big.
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Who does he want you to go?
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Ensenada.
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Oh?
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I thought you didn't talk in front of anybody but me.
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How come you talk to a kid?
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Who believes kids anyway?
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Follow that big horse. Come on, let's go.
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Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go. Hurry up. Come on.
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Get it. Get it. Get it.
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Come on, come on. Ed.
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Ed, will you please listen to me?
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Ed, you win. You are going to Ensenada, okay?
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Will you put that in writing?
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I solemnly swear to you, I will not go to Ensenada.
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Okay? Will you put that in writing?
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I solemnly swear.
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Check.
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Ed, where is Ensenada?
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Mexico.
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Oh?
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Are you coming home now, Ed?
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Si, senor.
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Well, did you have a good time?
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Mommy, that horse talks.
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What?
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He said he didn't want to go to Mexico.
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The horse said that?
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Uh-huh.
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Children, where do they get those imaginations?
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Wilbur.
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Carol.
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Ensenada.
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What's Mr. Ed doing here?
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He ran away.
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Don't tell me he wanted to visit his relatives on the merry-go-round.
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By the time we get to Mexico, our clothes will be out of style.
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You better take Mr. Ed back to the stable, honey.
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Carol, Ed is going with us.
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And if you feel like crying, be my guest.
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All right, honey. You win.
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Excuse us.
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Back to the car.
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Now are you all comfy back there?
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Hurry, Wilbur.
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Just a minute, dear.
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Happy birthday, Ed.
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Thanks, amigo. Thanks.
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Now, make a wish and blow out the candle.
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Happy birthday, Ed.
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A Filmways television presentation.
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