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we're gonna switch, see? Okay.
Hey, Blainey. | Put these on ice.
Here you are, kid.
What's new? We had a | big night last night.
What's new about that?
Well, we took in plenty | of dough!
Yeah. Got a great left hand, that kid.
When he lands, | they can all go home.
Why, that dumb cluck!
Look at the size of | those initials!
Why, they're great. I told | 'im to make 'em smaller.
And the last time they | wasn't big enough. I know.
But I found out | the big ones were bad taste.
Well, don't get sarcastic. | They're silk, ain't they?
Well, this ain't tin. | Only cost me a buck apiece.
I call that silk. Why, ya mug, | don't ya know ya got stung?
Boy, ya wanna fight, do you? I love it!
Gee, ya ain't forgot | a thing, have ya, kid?
That's for nothin'. | Now, start somethin'.
Now cut it out,Joe, cut | it out, will ya? All right.
You're feelin' pretty good, | ain't ya?
I wonder if she'll | be here tonight?
Who, Iris? Sure.
No, not Iris. | The lady.
The lady? Yeah, the | lady that sits alone.
Why, ya don't | even know her!
That's it. She's got me guessing. | Just the way she sits there.
Well, how does | she sit there?
The way she sits, | she stands out.
Oh, I get it. She's one of those | standin' and sittin' ladies.
Well, wait a minute. | I'll ask him.
Tim McFadden, the promoter. No.
Buy a lot of shirts.
I said he can't have it.
He can't have it. | Two thousand bucks.
Good-bye, glad | to have met you.
Well, what are you | in the racket for?
I don't know.
Listen,Joe. What's gettin' into you?
I'm sick of noise, of being | a pal to a lot of drunks.
I'm not getting anyplace! | What are you talkin' about?
How long ago was it when you was a | third-rate pug, takin' it on the chin?
You don't call that travelin'?
I'd give the joint away.
See who that is, | will you?
Oh. Did he cut off | the fat?
Okay, | put it over there.
Come on,Joe. | Your breakfast's getting cold.
Oh, how do you do, | Miss Dawn? Hello,Jimmie.
Well, good afternoon, | bright eyes. Had your bath?
Well, smile, | it's me.
How are ya?
What's the idea of | the bad mood?
Did you | dream of me?
You're drinkin' too much. | Oh, yeah?
What'd you want to do, | end up just bein' a souse?
You know what you're gonna | look like in ten years?
You'll still love me, | won't ya,Joe?
What for, your brains?
Well, that's a help.
Say, I can take care | of myself, see?
Sure you can.
Joe, what's the matter? Nothin'.
Yes, there is. I feel like | I'm losin' out in some way.
Beat it, dear, | I gotta get dressed.
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