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he's of age that he won't have to worry.

Furthermore, if I ever get my

hands on a big enough bankroll...

we're gonna be so darned

respectable and honest it'll hurt.

Gee. You got

an awful lot to learn, Letty.

Someday you're gonna wake up

and realize what a mistake you made.

Mickey, get Fuzzy

a glass of beer, will ya?

I got Mick, see?

I can't afford to be poor anymore.

You mustn't take life so seriously.

Nothing matters very much.

Maybe not to you.

But to me, it matters.

And another thing: stop worrying

about other people, will ya?

Oh, I'm sorry about tonight,

Fuzzy. Really I am.

But we'll make it

next Tuesday night for sure.

- Mom, where's Fuzzy?

- In the other room, I guess.

He's not there.

Fuzzy?

Say, did the old gentleman

with a beard just go out of here?

- Yeah, he just went out.

- Oh.

Poor Fuzzy.

Guess I hurt his feelings now.

What do you mean, hurt his feelings?

Oh, nothin'. Let it go. I'll drop by

his bookstore in the morning.

Hey, Ma, he ain't no kin to us, is he?

No. He's all right, though.

How long have you known him, Ma?

Just about as long as I've known you.

- I met him the same day.

- Where?

Same place I met you. In his bookstore.

- That's why we're such good pals.

- You like him, don't ya?

Sure I like him.

Almost as much as I like you, honey.

But how did it happen, Ma?

It's a long story, honey.

I was walkin' down the street

one day, Mick.

It was pouring.

I was feelin' kind of wet too.

Then you came along, floatin'

down the gutter on a cabbage leaf.

All wrapped up in cellophane.

Old Fuzzy-face took us in

and gave us both a place to sleep.

Really, Ma? Is that how I met you?

Something like that.

You were born in the back room

of his bookstore, honey.

Hurry up!

Mickey! Mickey! Mickey!

- I'll take him.

- No, no, no! You killed him!

- Why don't you look where you're goin'?

- He ran under the truck himself.

Go away. Come on. Let's break up.

What's your name?

While the Amalgamated Dairies truck

wasn't to blame for this accident...

- as a matter of fairness...

- Mrs. Strong, we'll do anything.

Get the best doctors you can.

It doesn't matter how much it costs.

Just a minute, please!

We are willing to make a reasonable

settlement in this case, Mrs. Strong.

Oh! How can you come up here

and speak of money?

Settlements?

It's my baby lying in there.

Doctor, is there no decency, no

consideration? Do they think I care...

how much money

they're willing to pay?

- Now, madame. If you let our doctor...

- Get out of here!

- I'll handle this.

- You? What can you do?

Well, you see, Mrs. Strong, I happen to

be president of the Amalgamated Dairies.

The reason I was driving my truck,

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