: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.
:06:00
He was more a Christian
than a storekeeper.
:06:03
He might overcharge you,
but he said his prayers.
:06:06
Honey.
:06:08
He would want you
to use that money he left you.
:06:12
Money he worked hard for all his life
to save for a rainy day?
:06:16
It's raining. Pouring.
:06:18
Oh, cheer up, Arthur.
You won't sell anything without a smile.
:06:34
- Arthur!
- Make me happy, Joan.
:06:38
It'd really be nice, huh?
Down here on the floor?
:06:41
Joan, look.
I want to show you something, Joan.
:06:44
- Stop! Arthur!
- Birds do it. Bees do it.
:06:46
Little birdies in the trees do it.
:06:54
It was just a thought.
:06:58
A very peculiar thought, Arthur.