lafitte, lafitte, lafitte. that's right, she do have two feets. well, look here, madame lafootses, just because i works for you, that doesn't mean i'm your love slave. i am my own man, and i plays the field. but, monsieur, you must understand . ha ha ha ha ha. ...your little creole butt will be tossed into the bayou. n'est-ce pas? hold it. hold it. yes? yes. there is another note. thanks. yes, now, mr. nicholson suggests that "your little creole butt" is suggestive. and i must admit that, uh -- oh, come on. that, too? yes, dear, yes. now, we mustn't -- but -- read on. yes. well, in that case, i better go break the bad news to yvonne. that big-shot gambler, eugene, is gonna break poor yvonne's heart. hey, he can't help it if he's loved by two women. now, i know what he's going through. thelma, it's your line. your line. [ sighs ] [ clears throat ] uh, eugene, i have to talk to you. mmm. [ coughs ] not now, baby. i want to hear chops sing. [ as louis armstrong ] ? hello, dolly ? ? yes, hello, dolly ? ? it's so nice to have you back where you belong