Pocketful of Miracles

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?
- About what?
- About Miss Annie.

- What do you expect me to do?
- You could get her into the Marberry.

Apple Annie in the Marberry?
You're crazy.

- Just for a week.
- Now listen, Mr Dude.

We already took up a collection, we did.
We all chipped in 65 bucks to get her in.
You did? Well, 65 bucks is a tip
at the Marberry. You're all bats.

- What about your playboy friend?
- Rodney Kent.

- He's got a penthouse at the Marberry.
- You keep out of this. Move it, Junior.

Annie at the Marberry... I said move it!
His luck is gonna turn awful bad.
Apple, be lucky today.
All you little people in there,
you start workin' real hard.

All right. When you get home,
call Doc Michel to see Annie.

She'll be all right.
She's on a bender, that's all.