pa ubu, you're a dirty old man. watch out and don't bash your lot in, ma ubu. it's not me you want to do in, old ubu, oh, no. it's someone else for the high jump. by my green candle, i'm not with you. how come? do you mean to say that you are content with your lot? pshit, madam, yes. by god, i am perfectly satisfied. who wouldn't be? captain in the dragoons, aide-de-camp to king wenceslas, decorated with the order of red eagle of poland, ex-king of aragon. you can't get higher than that. so what? having been king of aragon, you are content to ride in reviews at the head of 50 bumpkins armed with billhooks, when you could get your loaf measured for the crown of poland? huh? i don't understand a word you're saying, my love. how stupid can you get? by my green candle, king wenceslas is still alive. but isn't he? and even if he does kick the bucket, hasn't he masses of children? why shouldn't you finish off the whole bunch and put yourself in their place? now, by god, madam, you really have gone too far. and you shall be, very shortly, beaten up, good and proper. y

ah, how right you are, pa ubu. ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. [music] what a lovely breeze.e are traveling the highest, right? at the almost miraculous speed of, uh, give or take a bit, about a million knots, uh-huh. all hands leeward, close-haul the mizzen. what a stupid idea. don't all stand at one end of the ship. it's dangerous. supposing the wind changed about, we'd all go to the bottom and the fishes would eat us up. don't bear away. hug the wind, pulling by. there's only one solution. i'll take over command myself. ready about, about ship. let go of the anchor, go about in staves. homeward sail. haul down the sail. up with the mizzen mast. hoist the topgallant, full speed astern. splice the topgallant. my, what a dunking. aah, isn't navigation wonderful? what bliss it will be to see our sweet france again, and all our old friends and our castle of mondragon. mondragon, mais oui. and at this very moment, we are tacking by the island of elsinore. oh, my, what a bump. i got a box, speeds like a bird on a white dark wave in the north sea. wild and inhospitable ocean that