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Yeah. Why? |
Because I lost a filling in my back tooth. I gotta go to the dentist tomorrow. |
Dentist? We been out of work for four months and you want to blow your first week's pay on your teeth? |
It's just a little inlay it doesn't even have to be gold |
How can you be so selfish? We owe back rent we're in four eightynine bucks to Moe's Delicatessen we're being sued by three Chinese lawyers because our check bounced at the laundry we've borrowed money from every girl in the line |
You're right, Joe. |
Of course I am. |
First thing tomorrow we're going to pay everybody a little something on account. |
No we're not. |
We're not? |
First thing tomorrow we're going out to the dog track and put the whole bundle on Greased Lightning. |
You're going to bet my money on a dog? |
He's a shooin. I got the word from Max the waiter his brotherinlaw is the electrician who wires the rabbit |
What are you giving me with the rabbit? |
Look at those odds ten to one. If he wins, we can pay everybody. |
But suppose he loses? |
What are you worried about? This job is going to last a long time. |
But suppose it doesn't? |
Jerryboy why do you have to paint everything so black? Suppose you get hit by a truck? Suppose the stock market crashes? |
Suppose Mary Pickford divorces Douglas Fairbanks? |
Hey, Joe! |
Suppose Lake Michigan overflows? |
Don't look now but the whole town is under water! |
Well, that solves one problem. We don't have to worry about who to pay first. |
Quiet I'm thinking. |
Of course, the landlady is going to lock us out Moe said no more knackwurst on credit and we can't borrow any more from the girls, because they're on their way to jail |
Shut up, will you? I wonder how much Sam the Bookie will give up for our overcoats? |
Sam the Bookie? Nothing doing! You're not putting my overcoat on that dog! |
I told you it's a sure thing. |
But we'll freeze it's below zero we'll catch pneumonia. |
Look, stupid, he's ten to one. Tomorrow, we'll have twenty overcoats! |
Greased Lightning! Why do I listen to you? I ought to have my head examined! |
I thought you weren't talking to me. |
Look at the bull fiddle it's dressed warmer than I am. |
Yeah where were you? |
With you. |
With me? |
Don't you remember? He has this bad tooth it got impacted the whole jaw swole up |
It did? Boy, did it ever! |
So I had to rush him to the hospital and give him a transfusion... Right? |
Right. We have the same blood type... |
Type O. |
Nellie told us about it. |
We're not too late, are we? |
You mean it's a girls' band? |
Yeah, that's what he means. Good old Nellie! I ought to wring her neck! |
No. And he ain't been eating so good, either. He's got an empty stomach and it's gone to his head. |
But, Joe three weeks in Florida! We could borrow some clothes from the girls in the chorus |
You've flipped your wig! |
Now you're talking! We pick up a couple of secondhand wigs a little padding here and there call ourselves Josephine and Geraldine |
Josephine and Geraldine! Come on! |
All the way to Urbana for a one night stand? |
It's twelve bucks. We can get one of the overcoats out of hock. |
It's a hundred miles, Joe it's snowing how are we going to get there? |
I'll think of something. Don't crowd me. |
We could've had three weeks in Florida all expenses paid. Lying around in the sun palm trees frying fish... |
Knock it off, will you? |
We didn't see anything did we? |
No nothing. Besides, it's none of our business if you guys want to knock each other off |
I think they got me. |
They got the bullfiddle. |
You don't see any blood? |
Not yet. But if those guys catch us, there'll be blood all over. Type O. |
Where are we running, Joe? |
As far away as possible. |
That's not far enough. You don't know those guys! But they know us. Every hood in Chicago will be looking for us |
You going to call the police? |
The police? We'd never live to testify. Not against Spats Colombo. Wabash 1098. |
We got to get out of town. Maybe we ought to grow beards. |
We are going out of town. But we're going to shave. |
Shave? At a time like this? Those guys got machine guns they're going to blast our heads off and you want to shave? |
Shave our legs, stupid. |
How can they walk on these things? How do they keep their balance? |
Must be the way their weight is distributed. Come on. |
And it's so drafty. They must be catching colds all the time. |
Quit stalling. We'll miss the train. |
I feel so naked. Like everybody's looking at me. |
With those legs? Are you crazy? |
It's no use. We'll never get away with it, Joe. |
The name is Josephine. And it was your idea in the first place. |
Who are we kidding? Look at that look how she moves it's like jello on springs they must have some sort of a builtin motor. I tell you it's a whole different sex. |
What are you afraid of? Nobody's asking you to have a baby. This is just to get out of town. The minute we hit Florida, we'll blow this setup. |
This time I'm not going to let you talk me into something that... |
My name is Josephine. |
And I'm Daphne. |
DAPHNE? |
I never did like the name Geraldine. |
Hello, everybody. I'm the bass fiddle. Just call me Daphne. |
I'm Josephine. Sax. |
How about that talent? This is like falling into a tub of butter. |
Watch it, Daphne! |
When I was a kid, I used to have a dream I was locked up in this pastry shop overnight with all kinds of goodies around jelly rolls and mocha eclairs and sponge cake and Boston cream pie and cherry tarts |
Listen, stupe no butter and no pastry. We're on a diet! |
Not there that's the emergency brake. |
Now you've done it! |
Done what? |
Tore off one of my chests. |
You'd better go fix it. |
You better come help me. |
This way, Daphne. |
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