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Oh, by the way, Davis...
...if you happen to have any money on you,
let me put it in my vault downstairs.

I have 67 cents.
You got 67 cents, and you're
asking us for an advance?

He's always clowning.
Well, if you fellas don't mind,
I think I'll wash up.

Yeah, go ahead.
The rest of us are already washed-up.

There's only one thing to do. I'll ask
Mr. Fremont for an advance on my salary.

Thanks. I still have some cinders left
in my ears from that train ride.

Save them for fuel, Davis.
It looks like a hard winter.

Faker, I'm surprised at you.
Yeah, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,
robbing a stranger.

I think he's reforming.
He didn't steal the picture.

Yes, that's the first
encouraging sign I've seen.

Now I know how Gypsy Rose Lee feels.
Hail and Farewell.
Author, author, author!
Hello? Who wants Binelli?
Hold on. Do you know any policeman?
Policeman? What's his number?
What's that?
But, officer, this is the first
I hear about this.

Okey-doke. I be right over.
Well, what do you know about that?
I've just been dispossessed.

Dispossessed? From that rattrap?
I know what I'll do.
I'll hock the typewriter.

- Oh, no, you don't.
- You explain it to Davis.

Never mind him.
I'm gonna hock it myself.

I need it more than you do.
The cop's giving me a ticket.

- My moose head is blocking the fire pump.
- Wait.

I can't wait!
I tell you, I gotta have it!