When You're in Love

Yeah, Mexico's a nice place... but I gotta get outta here...

I should've been back in New York a week ago.

Alright, boys... take it away.

Carlos... this is entirely up to you...

If you're any kind of a lawyer at all...

you ought to be able to figure some way to get Miss Fuller back into the United States.

I can't understand it...

Louise Fuller... the greatest opera singer in the world...

How could they put a woman like that out of your country?

Well, they did.

She overstayed her time...

and the immigration authorities say she can't come back...

until she gets a quota-number from Australia.

Oh, yes... she's from Australia.

And somebody talked her into the idea of hanging out here...

until her quota-number comes up.

So here she is... and no quota-number in sight!

I've worked every angle...

but I'm just a press agent, not a miracle man.

And you expect ME to be one?

Yeah!

Well, what are you waiting for?

Se or... the photograph of Louise Fuller...

We might have one?

Oh, sure... sure...

Sure, she has a golden voice.

Yep... I've been telling that to the world for years.

There you are... especially autographed for you.

"Sincerely, Louise Fuller."

Oh, you very good fellow!

Whoever told her to come to Mexico?

Those parasites she's got, hanging around her.

Just promoted themselves into trip, that's all.

Did you ever see them?

No.

You have a treat coming.

What time is it?

Oh, you've got plenty of time...

Come on, sit down and have a drink.

That's a good idea.

I need one.

What about you?

Alright, I'll have one drink.

Carlos... If Miss Fuller doesn't get back to the United States...

it's going to break her heart.

You know that Song Festival I was telling you about?

She was right in the middle of rehearsals

when the immigration office pounced on her.

She wouldn't have cared for herself...

But she was putting on that festival for the grandest old guy in the world...

her uncle Walter...

a man who scraped and saved for years to make her an opera singer.

She promised herself that one day she'd pay him back.

He's a conductor, you see, and a composer...

But the poor old devil never had a chance.

This was supposed to be his big chance.

This festival of his, and...

Now everything's ruined and she can't get back.

We've been here for weeks... and where's the quota-number?

That's what I'd like to know!

Where is the quota-number?

I'm tired of sitting around here... waiting... just waiting.

We may never get back.

But, my darling... It is lovely here...

- So romantic! - Rrrrromantic!

Don't you ever think of anything else?

I just spoke to the Consul.

Any news?

Yes... he expects to hear from Australia today!

He said he's coming here for the fiesta tonight...

and he'll look us up!

Fiesta?

There's going to be a fiesta here.. Right outside the window.

Who cares about a fiesta...

I'm going to send a telegram to Uncle Walter...

and tell him that we're leaving tomorrow... so make all the plans!

Look... little number I just picked up...

Think it'll do me any good?

Maybe in Scotland.

I wanted it for Mexico!

A double daiquiri please.

If you're not an Egyptian mummy... I'll have a double daiquiri, please.

Boy!...A double daiquiri.

Jos ...you should be a general!

Thank you, Se or.

If you weren't standing up... I'd swear you were sitting on a horse.

Mr Hudson... if you would only paint a picture of my baby.

Don't insult me, my friend... I'm an artist... Up!

My baby... she is cute!

That's the trouble... I don't feel cute... I must feel my subjects.

For my baby, I will give you 6 drinks!

Not for 10,000, my friend... Up!

Si, Se or.

But you make my picture for only 1 drink!

Yes, but you're an exciting subject.

Thank you Mr Hudson.

You have character.

Thank you!

You are strong!

Oh... Se or!

A born conqueror!

Oh, Mr Hudson... You are truly a great artiste!

You said it!

There you are... come on Shylock... pay me... one drink of tequila.

But you make me upside-down!

I draw them only as I see them my friend... I'm a true artist!

Oh, no... I do not like this.

50 years from now, you'll be proud to own it...

That's an early Hudson... Yes sir! An early shaky Hudson.

This is an insult... I am not upside-down!

I'm surprised at you, Jos... That just shows how wrong you can be.

You see, any man with a sensitive soul like yours...

Who's been reduced by life to peddling drinks...

must be upside-down... Don't you see?

I see, Se or!

I see!

You are truly a great artiste!

I'm glad you see, I don't.

Hello.

You're wasting your time, sister, I'm broke.

There you are, Se or!

Ah... the fruits of my labor.

To you, Jos ...and to you unfortunate lady...

and to all your valiant tribe!

I'd like to buy one now.

Yeah... why?

Real human beings are rare... When I meet one, I rejoice.

You've got hold of something there, sister... you better hang on to it!

Hey, wait a minute... Haven't I seen you somewhere before...

Aren't you on the stand for "The Queen"?

The queen?

Yeah... that peacock that floats around these grounds...

with an army of sycophants behind her.

Don't you know who she is?

I don't give hoot.

It's people like that, that give the human race a bad name.

Oh, you're not serious... you don't know her.

Oh, yes I do... The world's full of her kind.

She's probably the widow of some poor slave...

She reeks of gold.

Manufactures a throne of her own...

and sits on it like a mighty queen...

with the dregs of humanity falling at her feet.

I'm sorry for you sister...

you're even lower than I thought you were.

Take a tip, and get out... you're made of sterner stuff.

Hi, amigo!

Telegram for you, Mr Hudson.

Thanks.

I'm going up to commune with the Muse.

I don't want to be disturbed under any condition.

Si Se or.

Have you ever communed with the Muse?

No, Se or.

Poor boy!

My sister just had a baby.

Congratulations.

Oh, it was nothing... nothing at all!

He has paid his bill, or no?

No.

He must pay, or go!

Come in!

How you keeping?...Pull up a chair... sit down... feast your soul.

I have come to see you about the bill, Se or.

I'm surprised at you, innkeeper...

How can you think of bills at a time like this, eh?

I must think of bills... I am running a business here.

And running it badly... if you don't mind my saying so.

Oh... you do not like the service... eh?

A successful manager doesn't keep annoying his guests with trifles.

Trifles!

He does not pay his bill... It is just a trifle!

Well, alright... How about a picture in payment...?

Something..."impressionistic".

No, no no...

You have already made of me one picture...

You make me look like a monkey.

Can I help it?

I will not permit you to stay another minute!

Wait a minute... Hold it! Hold it!

He's going to hit 'Top G'... I want to hear it!

I do not care for the 'Top G'.

I will have you thrown out!

You have committed a sacrilege, innkeeper...

You just have drowned out the 'Top G' of an artist!

Just for that, I won't pay you at all!

Sorry, pal!

Please apologise for me, too.

There's a lady here... says she's also sorry.

Forget it pal... It's only "The Queen."

She wouldn't know the difference.

I beg your pardon?!

Oh, I always talk to myself, "Queen".

"Queen"...why do you call me that?

It's just a little joke of my own... What can I do for you?

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