This is no plum brandy.

Sian, with the children and Li, by way of the Honan Road.

Xiaoli is the tallest in our class.

Unpack those mules. Let's go.

I thought the big boys were carrying the pot.

Livy! Good old Livy! Good old Livy!

Pack your things, leave this house tonight.

You have two days to pack and close the place.

Fats brown, fats brown, lister's pool room, randolph street, chicago.

Mother Goose slipped a package check into my locker.

Work yourself to death, then they bring in an outsider to pick the plum.

James Lee Bartlow, take a good look at yourself in that mirror.

.. Lee!

Luggage came aboard early. Three bags and a steamer trunk, wasn't it?

Pack your things, I'm taking you back to your house right now.

They're in class. I never carried a suitcase before in my life.

Where's the suitcase?

You know, I've got two jars of jams and plums... on my pantry shelf.

Fats brown, fats brown, report to lister's pool room randolph street, chicago.

Then pack up.

Our luggage has been checked through, and I wanna take this bag in the cabin.

...without any kind of luggage...

Li.

A bend in a stone wall!

This is Mr. Richard Sherman, his wife, Helen, and son, Ricky.

At least have the decency to keep the paddle of a child out of this sordid mess.

Not a word about anything else. Josesa. Here comes father nazario.

Bob

John Doe

LuggageThat is my responsibility.

Richard!

Richard!

Li Pang.

Li

Luggage? Yes. Yes.

We're packing off.

The James Lee Bartlows in Hollywood, isn't that a ridiculous idea?

No, Les, you haven't changed a bit. You look desperately ill, as usual.

Head porter's desk.

My name is Li.

Luggage.

Li Cailian.

Li Maoyi.

Livius. Livius.

Livius.