Myrtle:
He's a no good egg anyway.
Happy:
You're right, baby.
Myrtle:
Well, so long, honey, I'm leavin'.
Happy:
I thought we might go down and get... a bowl of chop suey.
Myrtle:
Can't make it tonight, honey.
Happy:
No? Why all the glad rags?
Myrtle:
I've got a sick girl friend, promised I'd drop over.
Happy:
Oh, all that for a sick girl friend? Don't give me that bull. You're goin' to the jazz joint with that Harry Delano.
Myrtle:
Happy!
Happy:
I'm wise. I was tipped off you were with him the night before last when you said you had a headache.
Myrtle:
Now, sugar, you don't think I'd fall for Harry Delano?
Happy:
No! You'd fall for anybody that'd spend jack on ya.
Myrtle:
Well, he ain't got no jack. He ain't even workin'.
Happy:
He ain't workin'; but, he's peddlin' booze.
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