Pocketful of Miracles

The boss.
The Dude? I wouldn't do that
for one million dollars!

- Hey, what are you talkin' about?
- The Dude is hot.

I never was here.
Get yourself the marines.

What? Hey, you creep,
where are you goin'?

It was all over town in two minutes.
He insulted a king.

King? What king?
Who remembers faces?
I don't remember...

- Queenie.
- It was open.

- Where's the king of New York?
- Where you been?

The Dude's lookin' for you.
He read Winchell.

Just returning a few items
I won't need any longer.

Two kings of New York, and one needs
a bodyguard? He ain't my client.

Flyaway, stay here. I gotta talk to you.
Hey, Flyaway, there's a 10G bonus.
Junior, what do you want?
I am here with two representatives
of our out-of-town friend, Mr Bigelow.

- Bigelow? What Bigelow?
- The Chicago Big... elow.

He wants to see the boss right away
to negotiate a deal.

Holy cow. The deal is still on
and the Dude ain't here.

Look, Junior, you gotta stall 'em,
because I gotta think in my head.

Tell him to hurry up.
Mr B has a touch of mal de mer.

Mal de what?
Oh, you mean seasickness.
Just get the car and come right over.
Wait a minute. He's gonna need an apple.

Stop off at Schubert Alley, get the bag and
her apples. Don't stop to play stickball.

- You. There you are.
- Hey, Dude. The man's on the phone.

The man wants to negotiate a deal!
- Is this true, what I read in Winchell's?
- I suppose you can read.

Why, you two-timing dame. Are you
leaving me for that cafeteria clown?

Yeah. The wedding's Saturday.
You two-timing dame.
You ain't even been one-timed!

You ain't walking out on me
after what I did for you.

I took you from nothing
and made you into something.

So I could become a gangster's
flashy moll? Not me, mister!

You ain't walking out on me. You hear me,
Queenie? I'm Dave the Dude.

I'm not walking. I'm running!