Caged Page #4

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and in the summer, it's beautiful.

All day, I'll sit and watch the roses,

and in the evening...

She's a real lady, Georgia,

only she married some guy

who likes spending other people's dough,

so he got her to write out

a bunch of bouncers.

I got news for you.

Georgia gives this place class.

She ain't the only one.

I had two real mink coats

and a closet full of black lace nighties

and a shelf full of real French perfumes

that my girls lifted right out

of one of the swankiest stores in town.

Don't rub it in.

All I ever had was a different pair of shoes

for every night.

Chow line!

Lottie! Millie! Dottie! Look at...

Did you read all about me in the papers?

They even had my picture.

Get those things out of here.

Next time, I'll get somebody

to show you how to scrub a floor.

In line!

Get back to the bullpen!

Squealer!

How did you get word to Benton?

I didn't.

You're a liar.

You're riding a phony, Harper.

It was me got word to Benton.

I'm a tall weed in the grass,

and the grapevine's blooming.

You old buzzard.

Lay a hand on me,

and I'll put your lights out.

I'm in for life.

One more like you is just so much velvet.

I ain't got no time to argue.

Line up for count!

- Lewis, Millie.

- Christiansen, Velma.

- Kopsky, Gita.

- O'Connor, Mary.

- Devlin, Claire.

- Wagner, Rita.

- Roberts, June.

- Menard, Tina.

- Barber, Emma.

- Minnelli, Nina.

- Cassidy, Katie.

- Bates, Naomi.

- Stark, Kitty.

- Klein, Julie.

- Marie Allen.

- Allen, Marie!

- Allen, Marie.

- Mullen, Elaine.

- Cardnum, Ruth.

- Branigan, Lottie.

- Hoffman, Ilsa.

- Stone, Louise.

- Vogel, Dottie.

- Elkins, Peggy.

- Laverne, Frankie.

- Orangeman, Hope.

- O'Shaughnessy, Mitzi.

- Carter, Mamie.

- Hansen, Alison.

- Jacobs, Hattie.

- Yosta, Violet.

- Twitchell, May.

- Smith, Peggy.

- Harrison, Georgia.

- Taylor, Alice.

- Fuller, Mimi.

- Danzig, Lulu.

- West, Minnie.

You're stir-simple

if you think you made more dough

playing the con game

than I did in my racket.

Who are you calling stir-simple,

you cheap crook?

Oh, quit bragging

about how much dough you used to make.

Both of you are giving me a pain.

I made double what any of you made,

and I'm not bragging.

There wasn't a crooked jeweler in town

who didn't come to me.

Once, I stashed a load

of hot ice worth 50,000 bucks.

What a sweet racket we had!

Six suckers a day bit the hook,

and we'd lam out of town

before the coppers caught up.

Joe and me lived high.

Gee, you girls are lucky.

I always fall in love with a guy

that won't work.

Last one beat me up,

then beat out of town.

But I got news for you. Men are important.

Personally, I'd hate to see them abolished.

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