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That's what it's for. | Daisy, you hussy!

Mrs. O'Leary! | What will she say?

- Oh, that's all right. I'll fix it with Ma. | - Ja?

Ja.

Aw, gee.

Ja. Gut.

- Thank you, Daisy. | - Ma.! Ma.!

- Out here, Jack. | - I thought you were coming down to court to hear me.

With all Chicago waitin' to be washed? | Get along with ya.

- Where'd I get the time? | - I sure made 'em sit up and take notice.

- Did you now? | - I told 'em just what I thought about 'em.

"My client is right," | I said, "and you know it.

But what do you care about people, | as long as you can fill your pockets?"

No wonder they say this is the worst city, | with politicians like Gil Warren running things.

- And how did the fine gentleman like that? | - Oh, he was sweatin' plenty.

- "Sure," I said. "What do you care about Chicago being bad... | - Take the handle.

"as long as business is good and you've | got all the beef and pork in the world?

"But I'll tell you this. It takes more than | those things to make this a great city.

"It takes people with | some sense of decency...

to make this not only the biggest city | in the world, but the best. "

It's a fine silver | tongue you ha'...

and your father would be | that proud of you.

And I told him...

Here you are!

Well, good-bye, boys. | Don't let 'em keep you too long.

If you see my old lady, tell her I'm sitting | up with a friend that was took sick.

Have a cigar, Jim. Thanks for the ride. | I'll do the same for you.

Thanks, lad. Anytime you're | coming our way, let us know.

- We'll be glad to have you with us. | - I'll remember that.

Watch the mud on your shoes, | Pickle. You know Ma.

Hey, Ma! It's me!

- Hello, Ma! | - Howdy, Mrs. O'Leary.

- Hi, Jack. | - Hello, Pickle.

- Sorry you lost your case, Jack. | - Lost?

Sure. I, uh... I forgot to tell you. | The judge dismissed it.

Heaven help me. And all the time | I thought he'd won it.

Don't worry. Warren won't | hold it against you, as long as you lost.

I heard about it. A fella said Jack | had the courtroom hypnotized.

Yeah, everybody | but the judge.

Had him too, only Gil Warren | put him on the bench.

Keep your hand | away from that.

But, Ma, it's just | the right size.

- Ma, for the last time, will you quit this laundry business? | - Why should I be quittin'?

'Cause I don't want my best girl | bending over a washtub all her life.

- Go along with you now. | - I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll get you a new place, out of the Patch, | set you up like the finest hussy in town.

Huh? Look. Look, Ma.

- Where did you get that money? | - A fellow paid me.

You're lyin'. You've been gambling | at that racetrack again.

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