Pocketful of Miracles

Could be like Samson
gettin' his first haircut.

Look, Darcey. I got news for you.
You see these apples?

I buy 'em by the crate
at the nearest grocery store.

The wise guys want to believe
these apples bring me luck,

it's two strikes against them.
You know about psychology, huh?
Yeah, I know about... whatever you call it.
It's like your dark glasses. You put those
on, the boys sweat from here to Omaha.

Me? I use apples.
All right. Shall we quit clowning?
I like the way this kid operates, yeah.
Smart boy. Smart dresser, too.
- You like that?
- Oh, yeah. It's rich.

- He likes it.
- Mind if I try that on?

No. Why not? Give him a hand, Junior.
Hold it, Junior.
They say you're a smart operator.
Gotta give you credit. You won the first
round. This is round two comin' up now.

- How does it look?
- Great.

Nice colour, huh?
Round two.
I got maybe eight, ten
top candidates for this job.

All smart, tough, hard-headed guys,
and I can take my pick of any one of 'em.

Now suppose you tell me,
in ten words or less, like a telegram,

why should Steve Darcey give
the New York territory to Dave the Dude?

Go ahead, talk.
- That's a good question. Right, Joy Boy?
- Beautiful.

- Got an answer?
- No.

- Got a question?
- Yeah.

Ask it - in ten words, like a telegram.
Why should Dave the Dude
give New York territory to Darcey?

That's eleven, but...
- Are you his mouthpiece?
- Call me his doormat.