Pocketful of Miracles

I don't want you
casing the waterfront again.

I was born in a place like this and I don't
wanna come back. That's why I need you.

What's all this malarkey about a kid?
She's coming over with a count.
She's going to marry his son.

They're coming over to meet me.
Wait till they get a load of Apple Annie.
That'll be a laugh. Eh, Dude?

Wait till they meet
her crummy old lady. Eh, Queenie?

And see this dump.
Annie, you can't do this. Come on now,
you old souse. Get up out of there.

Take it easy. She's an old souse
maybe, but she's full of dreams.

- She's full of gin. Where are the apples?
- Here are your lousy apples.

Old fool, getting herself in a jam like this.
Now come on, let's go.
You're acting like Darcey already.
You can't leave her.

You want me to tuck her in bed?
Sing her a lullaby? Come on.

And her daughter? By the time
she gets here, she'll be in a psycho ward.

She'll sleep it off. She'll be all right in
the morning. I'll send Dr Michel. Come on.

What am I going to do, Queenie?
What am I going to do?

Poor creep. Some Dude must've
gotten in your blood once too.

Come on, Queenie!
I'm way past post time.

I got troubles, Annie, but boy, you...
you need a miracle.

What am I going to do?
What are you gonna do, Mr Dude?