Larceny, Inc. Page #2

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...shuffling along in a shoddy,

tattered suit.

I don't know how you do it, Pressure.

Well, the suit was easy.

The tie was tough.

You sure got a gift of gab.

Jug, my boy, you can put it in a nutshell:

The man who sounds well, does well.

The man who looks well does better.

- Lf I could only meet an overcoat my size...

- Hope he's got a friend.

Denny's gonna meet us.

Maybe I ought to get my suit pressed.

It doesn't make any difference to Denny.

After that long talk you gave...

...about not wanting to meet your girl

in shoddy garments.

I tell wardens one thing,

what I tell you is something else.

Hey, Pressure.

Why didn't she ever write to me

in prison?

Maybe it's because she knows

you can't read.

- I never thought of that.

WOMAN:
Pressure.

- Denny.

- Oh, Pressure, darling.

Oh, I don't even wanna let go of you

to see how you look.

Let go of him and look at me.

Remember?

- Jug, come here.

- Oh, boy.

You kissed me like a mother.

- Oh, you're sweet, Jug.

- Tell me, did you miss us?

Well, only seven days a week.

- Weepy's waiting outside.

- Weepy?

- Sounds like a reunion, don't it?

- He brought me over in his new chariot.

- I'd like to see.

- You know how I got here?

I told the boss I was expecting

an out-of-town rumba prospect.

- Still slaving at that fallen-arch factory?

- I won't be if I'm not back in 20.

Honey, after next week,

you'll never go back.

I got something cooking now

that'll put you in mink and sable.

Well, never mind where it puts me.

I'm only concerned where it puts you.

Oh, baby,

you're looking at a changed man.

Nothing but straight and narrow.

Strictly legitimate from here in.

Well, come on.

Taxi.

Pressure, I'm so sorry I have to rush off,

but Weepy's parked down the street.

Well, okay, honey, don't you worry

about a thing, now. I'll pick you up tonight.

I got plans, big plans, for you, for the boys,

for J. Chalmers Maxwell.

- Pressure, do me a favor.

- Anything.

- Drop the "Chalmers" out of your name.

- But, baby, that's what gives me class.

That's what gives you larceny.

Alexis Dance Studio, 43rd and 7th.

- Now I know where it is.

DENNY:
Bye-bye.

- So long. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- She's a great little girl.

- Yeah.

Every time I see her, my heart goes

pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pat.

Oh, no, forget it. Denny isn't falling for any

ape who's tutoring ended in reform school.

The way you talk, you'd think

she was a born princess or something.

I happen to know

she's Dutch Costello's daughter.

Well, Dutch Costello met a very

untimely end in the phone booth.

To all interested parties, I'm her daddy.

All right, you're her daddy,

I ain't gonna argue.

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