can't. not 'til seven o'clock. mr. cross's orders.
pancake house don't open 'til eight.
town's closed up pretty tight this time of night.
ya'll never get through the roadblocks.
chief's orders. mr. cross didn't want any members of the company leavin' town tonight. guess he wanted everybody good and rested for the last day. figure it's no secret about the chief hopin' this is the last day.
no, but the police do. i'll wake mr. cross up and ask him if you want, but it's an awful hour. should be somebody in the hotel kitchen by now. i'll get 'em to rustle somethin' up for you. maybe not pancakes, but eggs, if you want it.
okay. you change your mind, call.  i'll be around.
hey, you ever get those pancakes?