:36:51
My letter. Where's my letter?
:36:54
- Grab my hand.
- Grab her hand. Here we go. Up.
:36:58
- I'm all right. Let me go.
- There you are.
:37:01
Just as I said:
With Prohibition repealed,
:37:04
you'll see our streets
full of nasty old drunks like that.
:37:20
Listen, Flyaway. Are you the smartest
agent in town, or you're just a lot of talk?
:37:26
Your butter I don't need.
:37:27
You want four bodyguards?
They get 100 a week, I get 100.
:37:30
- With guns.
- Then I get 200.
:37:33
- Why you? They got the guns.
- What's guns? I got the permits.
:37:36
All right. They gotta be from out of town,
dress nice and only shoot in self-defence.
:37:42
You want four Tom Mixs.
:37:44
- You don't owe me a favour?
- Do I owe you a movie star?
:37:47
You were in deep trouble.
I sneaked you out of town in Little Switz.
:37:51
- What do you want? My wife?
- Which one?
:37:55
Who do you want protected?
:37:57
But he can't know nothin' about it.