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Clips from The Monkees - Son of a Gypsy (S01E01)

"Relax, my sons; we are sure to be chosen to play at Madame Rantha's affair."
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"Man, I sure hope we get this booking."
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"What if we don't get the gig?"
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"Oh, relax, will ya Everybody likes rock and roll."
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"- Yeah. - Yeah."
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"Once you are at party, my grubchicks,"
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"then you will steal the priceless Maltese Vulture."
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"But suppose we are not hired, mama?"
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"Relax, Marco; everybody loves gypsy music."
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"Good morning, gypsies. Good morning, Monkees."
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"Congratulations, Monkees!"
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"I've decided that you are to play at my ball."
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"- Oh, great, groovy. - We'd love to do it."
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"I'll see you here at eight on Saturday night."
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"Saturday night, eight o'clock. Groovy."
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"- Right. - Bye-bye, Monkees."
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"- Thank you. - Bye-bye, Gypsies."
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"Don't call us; we'll call you."
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"Kill! Kill!"
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"There, there, Marco. He is going through a stage."
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"Oh, I'm really glad to hear that."
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"Marco's sullen moods only last three years."
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"Well, why does he wanna kill us?"
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"Marco feels badly that we did not get the job."
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"Yeah, I can see that."
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"But we don't want you to think that gypsies are vengeful people."
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"That's good."
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"Don't bite your nails, darling."
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"That's bad."
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"Nonsense. You must give us a chance to show there are no hard feelings;"
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"you must come to our camp."
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"Oh, camp! Swimming, canoeing-"
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"- Oh, well, we're really, you know- - arts and crafts."
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"Good! You will be there at noon tomorrow"
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"and we will show you that a gypsy knows how to laugh."
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"Here we come, walkin' down the street"
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"We get the funniest looks from every one we meet"
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"Hey, hey, we're the Monkees, and people say we monkey around"
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"But we're too busy singing to put anybody down"
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"We're just tryin' to be friendly, come and watch us sing and play"
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"We're the young generation, and we've got something to say"
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"Hey, hey, we're the Monkees, you never know where we'll be found"
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"So you better get ready, we may be comin' to your town"
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"You know, that was a lousy idea to come out here today."
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"Well, I don't know what you're talking about."
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"Oh, the woods are just so beautiful."
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"Yeah, famous last words."
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"Whose?"
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"Little Red Riding Hood."
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"Soon. Soon."
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"The Monkees will be here soon!"
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"And then, you know what we do, grubchicks?"
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"Kill! Kill!"
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"No, Marco, we don't kill."
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"Oh. Maim?"
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"Perhaps, later. But for now, we need The Monkees alive."
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"But after they get us the Maltese Vulture,"
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"then, if you are good, grubchicks, then you can kill them."
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"Shh. Here come our Monkee pigeons. Welcome!"
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"We are delighted you could come today."
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"We want you to feel like one of us. Rocco, the clothes."
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"Groovy clothes, innit?"
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"And we want each of you to have one of these good luck charms."
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"Notice, is boar tooth."
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"Oh, yeah, that's a boar's tooth, okay-ooh! Look-it's a little bitty cavity."
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"Yes, but this group had twenty-seven percent fewer cavities."
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"Oh, thank you very much; I'll keep it always. Don't do that."
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"Gosh, huh, I'll never give it away. I couldn't."
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"A ha ha, ah, thanks, and, and, and, and this is salt for you."
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"It's for good luck. You throw it over your shoulder."
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"Now my sons will show you our camp."
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"My friends!"
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"Marco, one word, please. You know the plan;"
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"each one of you will knock them out, drug them,"
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"drag them, and then tie them up."
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"But, Marco, promise me one thing: no roughhouse."
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"This is where my mother reads the future."
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"Oh, that's really great, huh. Well, what does this pin stand for?"
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"That pin stands for the flow of the tide."
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"Oh. What does this one stand fo-"
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"That pin stands for holding up the chart."
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"But I can read your future in the tea leaves."
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"Oh, well, I don't believe that stuff."
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"It's true. Sit down."
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"Alright, ha ha."
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"Drink the tea."
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"Alright. Okay, huh, what do you see, huh?"
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"I see you are growing very tired."
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"Hey, that's pretty good. You know, you're right."
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"I see that you are going to fall down and be very unconscious."
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"You know, I gotta admit, man. That's fanta-"
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"Knife is tradition gypsy weapon."
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"My knife give to me by great great grandfather;"
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"is historic relic."
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"Oh, really? What kind is it?"
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"Switchblade."
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"Oh."
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"Marco show you how gypsy fight with knife."
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"Oh, well, you don't really have to do that. I'm not really-"
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"It's called Handkerchief in Teeth."
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"Well, um, I don't really-"
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"Bite hard."
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"Uh!"
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"First one open mouth and let go is coward."
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"I win! I'm the coward. Ha ha! Here's the knife."
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"Thank you very much. Handkerchief. Buh-bye."
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"Huh, I win. Heh heh. You know, I have to go."
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"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
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"When you think of gypsy, you think of a dancer."
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"I think of Ethel Merman."
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"Tanya! Tanya and I will show you how a gypsy dances."
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"Ha! Ha ha! Ho!"
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"Dance, gypsies, dance!"
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"Ha! Ha ha ho ha ha!"
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"Hey, uh, hey, what's this here, Zeppo?"
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"Oh, the gypsies originated the art of phrenology."
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"Huh?"
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"That is the reading of bumps."
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"From the bumps on your forehead,"
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"I can tell many things... but you have no bumps."
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