Now, get your hands up. Come on, get them up.

Perk up.

Let off your hands!

Face up.

What happened to your sweater?

Stick them up.

Oh! You have a fast horse, Mr. Tiller.

Keep your chin up.

Get those spritsails on out.

Raise that flag! Raise it!

hold his leg up.

I am multitudes. (Laughter)

He has lots of talent.

You're a very versatile man, Mr. Sears.

And arm higher...

In the highest exalted way

Hoist the Jolly Roger.

Hoist sail.

Now put up your hands.

Put your hands up.

I take my hat off to his passion.

Hold up your right hand.

One second, please. I raise 5,000.

Lift that right!

Perhaps he's have too many talents.

It's true. The little lady has her limitations.

And what shall we do? Raise our heads.

I'm not taking my eyes off the road.

Hold your head up. Look at me.

And hold your head up some.

Get this off my leg.

We'll have to do without it. Raise your right hand.

I couldn't stop gawking.

Many, many of you have seen the talents of Africans, but there are few who are going to school.

What do you think of these new talents?

We're having lunch with a talent scout.

When all around me there is such a talent for violence?

Come look! We got visitors.

He was in good shape a bit thinner.

A quickie, I just lift my skirt.

So I would have to draw even narrower than the way I have drawn over here.

I never raised a finger to help them.

I'm trying to raise this pole here.

Get forward, Mr. Dougal. Carry every stitch that'll draw.

Fifty. I'll stay.