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through your life.

That's right. There isn't space

on my library card for all my names.

You think as Mrs Henry Graham you'll be

so rich that you can't work for me?

I'm tired of it, Perk, all of it.

It used to be fun, but it isn't fun any more.

I go past the markets now and envy the

housewives carrying out the groceries.

I used to think they were

stupid squares too, but...

I get so tired of going out

with a quarter to buy ice.

OK, OK. Congratulate

the bridegroom for me.

Wait till you taste my cooking.

Good luck, Bonnie.

Lay off,

- You crook, Give it here,

- It's our last 10.

- You cashed a cheque.

- I wasted it on food.

Listen to me, Hank. When I got pregnant

you promised to kick the habit.

I've tried, Bonnie. I've tried. But tonight...

Have a heart. Just one more fix

and that's it, I swear.

No.

- Please, Hank, for the baby's sake.

- The baby, the baby.

I got some rights too,

It's all right, honey. Sh, sh.

Look at the tiger, look at the tiger.

Here, sweetie, look at the tiger.

Please, honey, let me have the 10.

I just wanna put it on a horse. Honest.

I got a tip. I could score big.

- Shut up,

- Daddy didn't mean it, darling.

You, you're so holy.

You're worse than me.

You're nothing but a no-good fancy...

Daddy didn't mean it, darling. He's sick.

Don't you tell him about me.

Tell him about yourself.

- And you got a record to prove it,

- All right,

As long as we're all bellied up to the bar

for treats, here's something for you.

I'm sick of supporting you and your habit.

I'm sick of your smell,

This is a real dream house I've been

running, and no junkie's worth it,

Take it, Go on, take it,

it's the last you'll ever get from me.

You mean that?

So help me. I'm through.

Oh.

Nice to see you, Mr. Bixie.

Come in out of the rain.

I could evict you into jail,

giving me this cheque.

Calm down, Mr. Bixie. Maybe you'd like

a little drink on a day like this.

You don't even

have an account in that bank.

How careless of me. I used to.

I guess I got my chequebooks mixed up.

- I'll write you out another.

- No. Cash.

Mr. Bixie, give me until tomorrow.

My husband's been away all week.

I expect him back tonight.

All right. Tomorrow.

But after that I'm going to the police.

Hello?

Babs, I was just gonna call you.

Course you can.

Come on over. I'll be waiting.

- She calls me.

- Taking her along, you must be nuts.

I'll go to my grave saying you're nuts.

You play it my way.

Maybe we'll all get out of this worid alive.

I thought if Bobby and I could stay here,

I might be able to work things out.

Stay as long as you want. Only thing is,

Santo and me's taking a powder.

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