:49:02
Hmm? Ain't it a fact?
You've seen her swacked before.
:49:06
What the hell do I care?
I got what I want: The city of New York.
:49:10
This great big town and those heels that
pushed me around, it's all mine now,
:49:14
stretched right out on a silver platter.
:49:17
Cos Darcey's come around to my way.
:49:20
What do I need
that old apple souse for anyhow?
:49:24
You know, they say luck is superstition.
:49:28
Nah, it ain't superstition at all.
You know what it is?
:49:31
Luck is an art. An art I got.
:49:35
So I lose the old lady
and her apples. So what?
:49:41
Apple Annie at the Marberry Hotel?
:49:47
What do you expect me to do,
for cryin' out loud?
:49:53
Look, will you say something?
:49:58
Look, will you say something?
:50:07
OK, Mr Big Shot.
Now keep your date with Darcey.
:50:21
And no more gin, huh?
:50:25
Hey, boss. These rich guys
use chequers with horses on 'em.
:50:28
Put that down!
:50:30
I oughta have my head shrunk,
doing this.
:50:32
You at the Marberry! Why didn't you
swipe stationery from the White House?
:50:36
You could've said
you were Eleanor Roosevelt.
:50:45
- Whom did you wish to see, sir?
- Is this here Rodney Kent's igloo?
:50:48
This is Mr Kent's penthouse, yes,
but unfortunately Mr Kent is in Havana.
:50:54
He is? Well, where'd you get the idea
that I give a hang where he is?
:50:58
- I just assumed...
- Come over here.