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:11:03
No dame gonna smack me first
and get away with it.

:11:05
- Give her that dough.
- What for?

:11:06
Give her that dough
or l'll have to smack you.

:11:07
l can do my own fighting.
l don't need your help. Come on.

:11:09
Give her that dough.
:11:19
Here. Come on.
:11:21
You look like a nice kid.
Stay away from them.

:11:23
- They're no good.
- Yes, ma'am.

:11:31
lt was a good fight.
Too bad it couldn't go to the finish.

:11:34
Tough kids.
:11:37
- You like?
- Sure, what's it mean?

:11:42
He doesn't care what it means.
He saw it on Park Avenue,

:11:45
so he thinks if he puts it up,
he'll get trade from our rich neighbors.

:11:50
l ran up to your place last night,
but you hadn't come home.

:11:53
Kay Burton and l went over to the park,
listened to music.

:11:58
l wanted you to come along
and meet her.

:12:00
l was late.
:12:02
Very late.
:12:06
Who are the choir boys?
:12:09
l don't know.
:12:12
That short one looks familiar.
:12:16
We had a strike meeting last night.
l thought l told you.

:12:19
l was telling Kay about you,
:12:21
how when you was a kid
l used to come home from school

:12:23
and tell you
everything l'd learned that day.

:12:25
l was telling her what a swell girl you were
and how hard you've worked.

:12:28
There. Picketing all day
is hard on the shoes.

:12:32
The paper keeps 'em
from wearing out.

:12:35
lt may save the shoes,
but it's hard on the feet.

:12:43
l'm complaining.
:12:44
When l think of the other people
who are striking,

:12:46
most of them with big families.
:12:49
l've only got Tommy and me
to worry about.

:12:56
What's the matter, Drina?
:12:57
Nothing. Nothing.

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