Miss Bianca:
[whilst Wilbur drinks from a can of cream soda]
We must leave tonight.
Wilbur:
[spit takes]
Tonight?
[coughs; laughs]
Wilbur:
Come on. You're kiddin' me, right?
[laughs; opens his window]
Wilbur:
Have ya looked outside? It's suicide out there!
[laughs; closes window]
Wilbur:
Oh, no. Ohhhhhhh, no! I'm afraid your jolly little holiday will have to wait.
[laughs]
Wilbur:
What a bunch of jokers!
Miss Bianca:
But you don't understand. A boy needs our help. He's in trouble!
Wilbur:
Boy? You mean, little kid kinda boy?
Miss Bianca:
He was kidnapped!
Wilbur:
Kidnapped? Oh! That-that's awful! Lockin' up a little kid. Kids should be free! Free to run wild through the house on Saturday mornings, free to have cookies and milk, and get those little white mustaches, you know?
[lividly]
Wilbur:
Nobody's gonna take a kid's freedom away while I'm around! Nobody ain't! Hear me?
Miss Bianca:
Does that mean you'll take us?
Wilbur:
Storm or no storm, Albatross Airlines...
[salutes]
Wilbur:
at your service!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:17