:42:02
Where, on those
bitter cold mornings...
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with my hands so blue with frostbite
they looked like ladies' gloves...
:42:10
was God?
:42:12
Here. In my heart.
:42:16
Where he was, has been
and will always be...
:42:21
till the day they carry me feetfirst
out of this courtroom.
:42:25
Knock wood.
God grants it soon.
:42:28
My first murder trial...
Where you going? I'm not finished.
:42:31
- You're not gonna marry us.
- I'm not finished.
:42:34
Don't be a smart punk.
:42:36
You're a know-it-all
wise-guy punk, aren't ya?
:42:39
I've seen your kind.
:42:42
You'll come up before me again!
[Echoes]
:42:49
[Big Band On Radio]
:42:55
You were never married before?
:43:03
[Sighs]
:43:06
Your parents, they're alive?
:43:08
I think so.
:43:12
You think so?
:43:17
Where do they live?
:43:20
Chicago, I guess.
:43:25
You think, you guess.
:43:28
What kind of answers are these?
:43:31
I haven't kept up contact.
:43:34
[Sighs]
:43:38
They know you're getting married?
:43:45
Look, Alfred.
Patsy's mother is very upset.
:43:48
I'm upset. I don't say
I believe in God.
:43:51
The question is wide open. But with me
it's not a matter of belief in God.
:43:55
It's a matter of belief
in institutions.
:43:57
I'm a great believer in institutions.