:04:44
I wouldn't go all that way
without breakfast. You must eat, sweetie.
:04:47
I like feeling empty.
:04:50
You know you don't. What funny things
you say in one of your moods.
:04:54
I'm empty, Joan.
Nothing inside me. Nothing at all.
:04:57
Oh, what, Arthur? Not even a song?
Not a teeny-weeny little tune?
:05:01
I keep them songs in my bag,
not in my heart.
:05:04
And in your head.
:05:07
That fella at the bank yesterday said he
didn't reckon there was a fella in Chicago...
:05:11
...who knew more about songs that sell
than me.
:05:14
- Did he say that?
- He said, "Borrow what you like.
:05:18
A fella like you is no risk.
No risk at all."
:05:24
- Is that true, Arthur?
- And I said, "I don't want it.
:05:28
My wife's got some cash,
and she'll support me."
:05:31
We need that money, Arthur,
for our old age.
:05:35
No. We need it now, Joan.
:05:39
Honey, I'm a good salesman.
I can pick the right songs.
:05:42
- Jesus Christ almighty.
- Don't blaspheme.
:05:45
Corn to the left of you,
corn to the right...
:05:48
...and the storekeepers are dumb and windy
as my old granny's asshole.
:05:52
- Arthur.
- Well...
:05:53
...your hick storekeeper cusses a lot,
believe me.
:05:56
My daddy didn't. Not ever.
:05:57
Yeah, but your daddy used to sing
in the church choir.