Cotton Comes to Harlem
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:26:04
You're not a fag,
are you?

:26:07
Oh, wow. A fag cop.
Ha ha!

:26:12
It's all poor john
ever spoke of-

:26:15
that ship and you,
reverend o'malley.

:26:17
And thank you
for the flowers.

:26:19
It's the least I can do under
the circumstances, mrs. Hill.

:26:23
He was my right hand.
:26:26
And I cannot find the words to
express the infinite sorrow I feel

:26:30
that this unfortunate accident
has taken your husband.

:26:34
Thank you, reverend
o'malley. You are so kind.

:26:45
May I be of any assistance
to you, mrs. Hill?

:26:49
The funeral?
:26:52
The arrangements?
:26:54
I just want you
to preach his funeral.

:26:57
Of course, mrs. Hill.
:27:01
And if you'll
forgive my askin',

:27:04
do you need money?
:27:06
Oh, thank you,
reverend o'malley,

:27:09
but he had life insurance
and we saved up.

:27:12
If you need anything
ever,

:27:14
you must come to me.
:27:17
I won't hear of it
otherwise.

:27:23
All right?
:27:24
All right, sir.
:27:27
You're everything
john said you'd be.

:27:31
Thank you, mrs. Hill.
:27:42
Ha!
:27:46
Love beads
for the fag cop.


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