Pocketful of Miracles

- Dave...
- Man, you have the worst sense of timing.

I hate to interrupt,
- but I just got a message from Junior.
- From Darcey? What did he say?

- Get me a pair of pants.
- Change your own diaper!

I said pants me! And fix yourself up.
Make yourself decent. What'd he say?

In front of her?
She's marrying JP Cafeteria.

I don't care if she marries J Edgar Hoover.
Now what did he say?

Dave, I could hardly believe it, but Darcey
wants to meet with you again, right away.

- Didn't I tell you he'd come around?
- Yeah, that he'd come around.

Look, this is worth millions. Let's not
blow the whole cake to win a little crumb.

Will you stop worrying?
- Others pay him. Why should he pay you?
- I'm Dave the Dude, not one of the others.

- Now go get Annie.
- Yeah, go get Annie.

That's all taken care of.
Junior's bringing her over right now.

Why don't you look where you're going?
- We're on our way.
- You're keepin' Darcey waitin'.

- So let him wait.
- You can't. The man is king.

The king loses face, our heads
go on display in the marketplace.

You've been reading books again.
Where the hell is Annie?

Annie. Annie!
Big shots. Big dopes!
Your life depends on a beggar's apples,
and this superstitious heel...

- Are you still here?
- You'll wind up in the federal pen.

Or swimming with your feet
in cement, like Papa.

- That's why I'm marrying Howard Porter.
- Don't keep the groom waiting.

- Not another minute!
- Get back in there.

- If I could only cry!
- Queenie!

Dude, I can't find Apple Annie anywhere.
She ain't nowhere, I'm telling you.

I hope she croaks!
What do you mean,
you can't find her anywhere?

All you gotta do is ask
any panhandler on Broadway.

- There ain't no panhandlers on Broadway.
- What?

There ain't a beggar on the street.