Vice Versos (1962)

[Music] Say, do you remember that old saying to my son from morning till night. It's honest work that makes things right. It may be work that makes things right, but I'd far sooner go fly a kite. Kite, right? I'm a poet. Birds are flying through the trees. Flowers are nodding in the breeze. My nose is tickled with a sneeze. I have a fever. if you [Music] please. Come on, poet. Come on. He who later hopes to eat is he who's early on his feet. Disturb me not, poor Pon. Lonely labor is your lot. But I I am an [Music] intellectual. Dream on, blind spirit. Dream on. But remember, palms won't fill an empty stomach. When you're good and hungry, nibble uset. Do my shell like this deceive me, my straw? He fails to recognize your talent. But I I ain't no genius at a glance. Why not come with us? Your talent will be rewarded. You will be enshrined forever in the hall of fame. Hall of Fame. What are we waiting for? Let's get going. [Music] Your new dormic [Music] side. Show the comrade port to his [Music] quarters. Does it meet your approval to varage? Aha. Then let's get to work. portrait detail copyright 8,241 that means you from 10 to 12 you will listen to the babbling of the book remember to build to the water carefully to avoid possible deviation contamination from 12 to 2 you will listen to the sing of the night and gale [Music] dialectical materialism. Five whole minutes for lunch and then 2 hours among the fragrant flowers. Say, give him the bouquet award in the five-year plan. [Music] The thread is a little worn, but there's still lots of good mileage left. A red letter day for you, port. The greatest of all your life. 67. We will produce a birthday ode honoring our glorious leader among Thank you. Thank you. You're very kind, but something's wrong. I'm no assembly line poet. 10 to 12, 12 to 2, 6 to 8. That's just terrible. This won't take long. [Music] Guilty. Guilty. Say, just what kind of secrets did the prisoner steal? Anyway, secrets, your honor. No secrets. What? Today is Friday, the day for stolen secrets. I hear no other kind of cases. All week long, I hear nothing but the same old thing. Today is the only day for fun. Say, why don't you take him out and bring him again on a stolen secret charge? Dear comrade, as a prosecutor, you are an act failure. This you must confess. Confess? I'd be delighted. Scroo, comrade, there's always room for one more. I am an abject failure. I am an abject failure. I am an abject failure. I must confess. Quiet down. What you did was not that great. Present your testimony about the stolen secret case. Secrets? No secrets? Oh no. He's just a backsliding poet. Backsliders on Friday. Dear camera, as a witness, you are an abject failure. This you must confess. I confess. I say no more. Step to the rear. My com beers. Always room for one more. Real abject failures. Real abject failures. Real abject fail. This we must confess. You're both completely crazy. Did you say crazy? Well, you must confess. Confess. Real pleasure. sucking your vest and there is always room for one more. Let us now confess. Let us now confess. We are epic failure three. Let us now confess. Well, that wasn't so bad. Now with more speed, a one, a two, a three. Let us now confess. Let us now confess. We are at three. Let us now confess. [Music] [Applause] Where? How horrible. What a nightmare. Burrito. Purto. [Music] [Applause] [Music]