2:01:02
All right, Slops, up on your blisters.
You ain't bowing right.
2:01:06
Lay off, Junior. I've bowed so much,
I've got a callus on my bellybutton.
2:01:10
- Come on. Bow.
- Sit down, Junior. Save your strength.
2:01:14
Hello. Dude?
2:01:17
You're where? With the police?
2:01:22
You're gonna go over
and pick up the reporters?
2:01:25
Poor Annie.
2:01:28
All right. I'll go right over.
2:01:36
I feel sorry for the whole stinkin' world.
2:01:40
- What's it gonna be?
- It's all off.
2:01:44
Send the suits back. I'm sorry.
You can go home. Thanks for everything.
2:01:47
That's a shame.
2:01:51
You learned how to bow, didn't you?
2:01:53
I wish I could cry.
2:01:56
Come on, Junior.
2:02:22
There's nobody at Queenie Martin's.
2:02:30
No, no, Annie. Don't do anything foolish.
2:02:35
Mama? Isn't anybody coming?
2:02:41
Mama, what's wrong?
2:02:45
Louise, baby.
2:02:50
If you should...
If anything should happen...
2:02:54
Mama?
2:02:56
- You wouldn't hate your mother?
- Don't say things like that.