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of those Benson glad rags...

and dig you up some swell, new scenery.

You got all the makings, kid.

Why, you're going to do great.

What's the matter?

- Where are you going?

- I don't know.

Well, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You don't have to stall me, honey.

Well, you know,

I wrote that old spiel you just pulled...

parson father, sacrificing mother,

the whole thing, years ago.

I guess you got some John on the string.

Is that it?

Please let me go.

I see.

How much is the railroad fare here

from Benson?

I paid $16.80.

Tomorrow morning I'll have Babe

give you an advance in salary, $20.

And you can send for that mug

you're stuck on.

You know, if there's anything I admire,

it's a woman you can trust out of town.

Getting late.

You could bunk here, if you want to.

Try the sofa.

Good night, sucker.

Hey, Blackie, that professor's waiting

for that new girl to show up for rehearsal.

- She hasn't showed up.

- That so?

- I guess we can forget her, huh?

- Yeah, forget her.

- Oh, am I relieved.

- No good, huh?

I'll say she's good.

Her father was a preacher.

What, are you falling

for an old preacher gag?

Maybe her father was a preacher.

Oh, so you still believe

in Santa Claus, huh?

Trouble with you

is you don't believe in anything.

No, that's where I'm smart.

- Did you say smart?

- That's what I said.

I'm a sucker if I'll ever learn anything.

For 20 years, that big mug

has been mauling me around...

making a chump out of me,

and I always come back for more.

Well, he got to bed

earlier than you did last night.

Come on, get up.

I'm not going to move from this spot

till you're out of the building.

All right, kid. So long, mug.

- Goodbye.

- That guy packs an awful wallop, don't he?

Yeah.

Is he gone?

- Look at the parade.

- Hello, Blackie.

- Hello, Mat.

- Hello, boys.

Blackie, would you like to...

Yeah, thanks.

Someone just showed me to a seat.

- Mat, get me my robe, will you?

- Okay.

Blackie, we've looked you up

to complain about that fire...

last night on Dupont Street.

Complain? Why, I thought it was perfect.

What do you boys want

in the way of a fire?

Listen, you talk better at the meeting,

sitting down.

Hey, listen, Blackie.

Jim Sullivan's kids got trapped

in that fire last night.

- They had to jump for it.

- Yeah, I know. I saw them.

They pulled it off like circus performers.

Mr. Norton, you ain't got no kids.

I got plenty kids.

Luigi, Pedro, Maria and little Tony...

and maybe one or two more

when I get home.

Well, don't go home.

Well, look, boys, put me down for $100

for Jim and the kids, and tell them...

That isn't what we came for, Blackie.

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