Noah: You won't have much time. Al: Do I ever? Noah: The Red Chinese, you know, will not want you to return the scrolls to the vault. And if they get onto you, they'll kill you. Al: Well, there's an old Chinese recipe. For rabbit stew. First, you catch your rabbit.
Toosdhi: Mr. Alexander Mundy? Al: Ah, yeah. Toosdhi: I am Toosdhi Al: Well, this is the first time that Mundy's ever going to follow Toosdhi.
Al: I don't think I can read this out here. The sun is so bright. Why don't we go to some dark spot, with rum in it. Toosdhi: I will be your personal guide while you're here, Mr. Mundy. Al: You can call me Al. Toosdhi: I would like to show you some of the sights. Al: You mean there are more?
Al: Well, if you're so concerned, what will you be doing while this is going on? Noah: Well, I've got no authority here. But I imagine I'll hope a lot. Al: Would you mind hoping in your own room? I'd like to get some sleep, a shower, and a shave. Noah: All right. But do me a favor. Save the blade. I might need it to cut my throat.
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