Cabin in the Sky

Good evening, Lily. How are you?

Glad to see you.

- Hello, boys. How are you?

- Good evening, Reverend.

- Good evening. Glad to see you.

- How do you do?

- Good evening.

- I see you brought the twins too.

They had to come out.

I hope they stay awake.

- Hello there, Jean.

- How are you?

Come on in, now. Take your hats off, boys.

Take your hats off.

You see, Reverend?

It ain't every Wednesday night a scamp

like Little Joe comes back to the fold.

- Petunia dragged him in yet?

- He's coming of his own free will.

Well, I'll believe that

when I sees him stand up and confess.

Maybe he's let Petunia

down again, Reverend.

You better step over

to the house and make sure.

If he done backslid,

he wouldn't pay no mind to a deacon.

- You better go yourself.

- Perhaps you're right.

Petunia felt so sure of him this time.

- Now, we don't wanna be late, darling.

- Just a minute, Petunia.

Oh, the Lord won't mind if you

ain't wearing a necktie, Little Joe.

- I found the tie.

- Then what you worried about, honey?

Right now

I'm wrestling with the devil.

While I was looking for the necktie

in the bureau drawer...

...I also found two calamity cubes.

And I ain't thrown them away yet.

If I been redeemed, why ain't

I pitched them right into the stove?

The fact you told me you found them

shows you are trying to be good, Little Joe.

- Evening, Petunia.

- Evening, Reverend.

Bring them along

so Reverend Green can burn them up.

- Burn what up, Petunia?

- Oh, Little Joe found some dice...

...and he thinks the devil's

got a toehold on him again.

But don't worry,

we'll be to the meeting tonight.

Hurry up, Little Joe.

Reverend Green's here.

I'll be there in just a minute, honey.

I don't think any man could be very bad

with you to take care of him.

Oh, I reckon he knows I love him.

Yes, he knows I love him

better than anything in this world.

And he also knows now, when he gambles,

he ain't never gonna win.

How did you convince him of that?

I just showed him he can't win

when I ask the Lord to make him lose.

Is that why his luck's

always been so bad?

That's the only reason.

He just naturally got a talent for gambling.

Little Joe would've won every two bits

in this town if I hadn't told the Lord...

...I didn't want us

to make money that way.

You're a wonderful woman, Petunia.

Only last week he bought

an Irish Sweepstake ticket.

Got stuck up there in the mirror,

worshipping it every day.

"Guaranteed by two dream books

and a fortuneteller."

But I've been talking to the Lord about that.

It ain't gonna win either.

What made Little Joe realize

the power of your faith?

I'll tell you, Reverend, it's like this.

I've been praying every day

for Little Joe to get a job.

This morning he got one.

And that's finally convinced him

the Lord's in my corner.

- Good evening, Reverend.

- Evening, Joseph.

I hear you've started to work.

Yes, sir. From now on,

you can address me as "mine host."

- I've gone into the hotel business.

- That's fine.

He means he's got a job

down at that new hotel downtown.

Yes, sir. I'm operative in charge

of elevator number two.

That's gonna be nice for Little Joe.

That hotel's air-conditioned.

You know, honey,

when I get rich in the elevator game...

...maybe I'll air-condition our residence.

This one's already air-conditioned

with half the roof gone.

Well, it's about time

to start the services.

- You'll hurry along, won't you?

- We'll be there.

Reverend, when you call on

the sinners to confess...

...you'd better assign me

the rest of the evening.

Oh, you're not that bad, Joseph.

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