Pocketful of Miracles

My letter. Where's my letter?
- Grab my hand.
- Grab her hand. Here we go. Up.

- I'm all right. Let me go.
- There you are.

Just as I said:
With Prohibition repealed,

you'll see our streets
full of nasty old drunks like that.

Listen, Flyaway. Are you the smartest
agent in town, or you're just a lot of talk?

Your butter I don't need.
You want four bodyguards?
They get 100 a week, I get 100.

- With guns.
- Then I get 200.

- Why you? They got the guns.
- What's guns? I got the permits.

All right. They gotta be from out of town,
dress nice and only shoot in self-defence.

You want four Tom Mixs.
- You don't owe me a favour?
- Do I owe you a movie star?

You were in deep trouble.
I sneaked you out of town in Little Switz.

- What do you want? My wife?
- Which one?

Who do you want protected?
But he can't know nothin' about it.