'Feet' Samuels:
Am I, am I losing you?
Hortense:
Listen, Feet, you got nobody else to blame but yourself.
'Feet' Samuels:
Well, what do you mean? Ain't you everything that I got in life?
Hortense:
Yes, what have you got in life? Nothing!
'Feet' Samuels:
Give me another chance. Just one more chance.
Hortense:
From now on, things are gonna be different. When you get in a position to show me a material way that you love me and can bring up stockings and jewellery and stuff that other nice girls get, I might learn to like you again.
Hortense:
[she open the door]
I'm sorry, you have to hurry.
'Feet' Samuels:
[he gets up reluctantly]
You're right, Hortense. But you know what I'm gonna do? I'm going home and hock some of my personal things and get a bankroll. I never fought before because I always thought I had you, so I had nothing left to fight for. But now, watch me rip up that old street. I'm gonna break this run of tough luck and when I do I'll shower you so much with presents, you''ll have to wear a steel helmet to keep from getting knocked cuckoo.
Hortense:
I hope you succeed, Feet.
'Feet' Samuels:
I will. And if I do, and when I come to see you, can I, can I...?
Hortense:
Can you, what?
'Feet' Samuels:
Can I still call your Mother, Toodles?
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