The Miracle Woman Page #2

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I haven't any plans.

Gee, you were sure

great out there.

But you were knocking your

head against a stone wall.

So was your father.

What did it get you?

What did it get him?

After what you slipped them

in the church a while ago,

I don't suppose you wanna

hang around here, do you?

Where do you figure on going?

Oh, I don't know.

Please go. There's nothing you can do.

Well, sorry.

Thought I might be

able to help, that's all.

Thanks for being so kind.

You ought to listen to me, Sister,

because we're both in the same boat.

I've got no plans either.

No profession, no belief and no limit.

But I have got one thing:

A way to get along.

And it works.

You think you beat those people

out there just now, don't you?

Well, you didn't.

They beat you.

There's only one way

to lick a mob. Join them.

Now, wait a minute,

Sister. Let me finish.

You're not a hypocrite

if you admit it.

The thing is, be on the

winning side. Play percentage.

Most of the trouble in this world

comes from people who have convictions.

The answer is,

don't have any.

If you have none, you can assume

the ones that happen to pay.

You're sore at those people

because they fired your old man,

and it killed him. You wanna

get back at them, don't you?

Well, I can tell

you how to do it,

and get famous and get

rich and what's more...

get even.

Interested?

I'm listening.

Okay, now let's get organized.

First of all, what do you know?

You know the Bible by heart.

You can pull nifties

out of it like raisins.

Your old man

was a preacher.

And you've got

hot spiel in your blood.

It was born in you. You've got to

do something with it, don't you?

Now religion's like everything else.

It's great if you can sell it,

no good if you give it away.

Now, let me prove it to you.

FLORENCE [OVER RADIO]: And I

bring you the promise and pledge

that God's in his heaven,

and all's right with the world.

Oh, my dear ones,

I can't see you,

but I can feel you

all around me.

Thousands and thousands of you

tuning in on Station G-O-D, God,

on a wavelength that

carries his blessed words

to the furthermost reaches

of the universe.

Just as the little

microphone before me

carries my voice to your ears...

JOHN:

Mrs. Johnson!

Do you mind turning

that radio down a bit?

FLORENCE [OVER RADIO]:

- The Lord broadcast to you on a universal wavelength

that penetrates

the hearts and souls

of those who are ready

for his program.

I come to you

with a joyous message...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

It's me, Mrs. Higgins.

Give me a minute to catch

my breath, Mr. John.

Some mail for you.

Letter or parcel?

Parcel.

But you never can tell a book

by the cover, I always say.

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