Way Out West

Hey! This thing ain't working right.

It's working all right for me.

Yippee!

Get busy now. Here he is again.

What's the matter with you? Why aren't you in there helping Lola?

I'm awfully sorry, sir, but the dishes...

Oh, bother the dishes. Do them later!

You know you've got to help her make her changes.

Yes, sir.

Now, get going before I lose my temper.

Now... Come on! Get going! Get going! Go on!

We want Lola!

We want Lola! We want Lola!

- (MUSIC STOPS) - And now, gentleman,

it has always been my aim

to give you the best entertainment that money can buy.

I have brought here, at great expense...

Ah, get a piece of fat and slide off.

Who said that?

- You'll get yours! - (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)

Hurry, Lola, they're getting restless.

I gotta look good, don't I?

But one of them took at shot at me!

- Oh, quit your whining. - Oh, hurry!

Say, if we ever get enough money together

we'll get out of this one-horse tank.

Come on, hurry!

- How do I look? - Like a million. Come on!

Say, Finn, you're a lucky skate having a swell gal like Lola.

I certainly am.

What do you mean? Why, she's the lucky one

being married to a swell fella like me. Huh!

Have you seen my husband?

Yeah, there he is, over there.

Right here. Come on, bring it over here.

Sweetheart!

Oh!

Hi, Charlie. Hiya, boy.

Why don't you watch where you're going?

Hey, Ollie. Look, we're only two miles from town.

Well, I'll never make it.

See? I've got one foot in the grave now.

Hey! Go over and stop him. Maybe we can pick up a ride.

I'll get my clothes on. Hurry up.

Whoa!

All right, mister, we're in.

Come on, come on.

Are you going to Brushwood Gulch?

- Mmm-hmm. - (CHUCKLES)

We are, too.

A lot of weather we've been having lately.

Pretty. (CHUCKLES)

It's only four months to Christmas.

Do you believe in Santa Claus?

- No. - (CHUCKLING)

Do you mind if I put my hand right there?

I saw her first. Come.

That's it.

Darling!

Not you! I meant my husband.

- Have a nice trip, darling? - Lovely.

Until these two came aboard.

And they've done nothing but annoy me all the way in.

Here, you run along home.

Goodbye.

Fiddlin', huh?

Well, we don't like your kind around these parts

and there's one thing we don't allow

and that's messing with our women.

Now if you wanna stay healthy,

you better catch the next coach out of town.

Why, yes, sir, we'll be glad to,

just as soon as we've finished with our business.

And if you miss the next coach,

you'll be riding out of here in a hearse.

Good day, strangers.

- Good day, sir. - Goodbye!

Let well enough alone.

Howdy, chaps. What'll it be?

Er, do you know the whereabouts

of a young lady by the name of Mary Roberts?

Sure. She's around here someplace.

Oh, er... I'm Miss Roberts' guardian. What do you want to see her for?

Why, we have some very important news for her.

Oh. What's it about?

Well, I'm sorry, sir,

but we're not supposed to discuss that with anyone but her.

Yeah, you see, it's private.

Her father died and left her a gold mine

and we're not supposed to tell anybody but her.

See. Didn't we, Ollie?

- A gold mine? - It's the biggest thing in the...

Now that he's taken you into our confidence,

you might as well know the rest.

Shh.

We've got the deed to the property

and we're supposed to give it to her in person...

What?

I said we've got the deed to the property...

Say, you better show it to him, maybe he doesn't believe us.

It's the truth.

Say, did I give you the deed?

Oh, I know where it is. Excuse me.

See? Mary Roberts.

Come here.

- Have you ever seen this Mary Roberts? - Uh-uh.

Good. Well, I'll go and find her for you,

but don't tell a soul about it till I get back.

- We won't. - Thank you.

A good thing we found her.

Lola!

Lola, we've got a fortune right in the palm of our hand.

What do you mean?

There's a couple of desert rats downstairs looking for Mary Roberts.

What about it?

They've got a deed to a very valuable gold mine,

left to her by her father, and they're here to deliver it to her in person.