Lola Burns:
Four hundred dollars.
Pops:
Yes, I want to wire it right away.
Lola Burns:
Who for?
Pops:
Well, Junior didn't explain; he just telephoned...
Lola Burns:
Oh, I get it! Tijuana again. They've been giving him a sleigh ride on the roulette wheel.
Pops:
Now, Lola, you mustn't be too hard on your brother...
Lola Burns:
Not another nickel! He's been supporting every gambling joint on that border with his millionaire complex and my money!
Pops:
Yeh, but they're liable to hold him...
Lola Burns:
Well, let them hold him. Let them put him to work on a rockpile. I don't care. I'm through. He's a liar and a no-good and a - oh, what the heck. Ma liked him.
[signs the check]
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