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All this hand-holdin' and goo-goo eyein' | and sighin' and gigglin'.

I'm all wore out tryin' | to look the other way.

- Aw, Ma. | - Now, I suppose you'll be tellin' me...

you want | to get married.

- Why, sure. | - You scamp. Takin' the best ironer I ever had.

Well, if it's love | you're after...

I guess a few shirts and tablecloths | can't stand in the way...

but I won't have you sittin' around | and waitin' and not eatin'.

You'll be gettin' married right away | and I want no back talk about it.

Now, give me that pail.

And I'd be ashamed, | with a fine spring moon outside...

and you in a barn puttin' ideas | in the head of a temperamental cow.

- So, you're in love at last. | - Sure, Mike... with you.

And are you now? And I suppose it's | for me that you're slickin' your hair...

anticipatin' yourself in front of a mirror | until it's half wore out.

Well, you want me | to look nice, don't you?

And I suppose you'll be holdin' | her hands, maybe stealin' a kiss...

and her tellin' ya how grand ya are | and callin' ya pretty names.

Here, let Ma do it. And you believin' her.

That shirt! I thought so. Take it off.

Oh, but, Ma, it's a beaut. | Look. "D.V.S."... Who's that?

His name is Swift and he sells pigs. | Now take it off.

- It needs to go back in the morning. | - Oh, come on, Ma!

Take it off. | Take it off.

Oh! Who's the best darn washer woman | in the whole bloomin' city of Chicago?

Ma! Say, Ma! | I won my first case!

- I knew you would! | - Congratulations.

The jury wasn't out | more than 15 minutes...

and the judge said it was the finest | speech he's heard all session.

So did the lawyer from | the other side. And... yippee!

Congratulations. I always | knew you had it in your tongue.

A fellow from the Tribune | said he's gonna write it up.

- You're gonna get your name in the paper? | - Yes!

- How much did you get? | - Huh?

- How much did you get? | - You did get paid for it, didn't you?

The fellow only makes $10 a week, | and he's got a wife and a family.

Ten dollars a week? | That's just $10 more than you make.

- I couldn't take his money, could I? | - I give up.

I've got one son that steals my laundry | and spends his money heaven knows where...

another a lawyer and wins cases | and don't get paid for them.

I should have brought the two of you up as | Irish bricklayers, and every Saturday payday.

Don't mind her, as long as | she can keep her job.

- Night, Ma. Don't sit up for me. I may be late. | - Hmm.

Huh, indeed.

Where's he going | all dressed up?

Where is any of us going? | And where is it all going to end?

For one thing, we can | be going in to supper.

I wish you could have heard | what that judge said.

- That you, Miss Belle? | - Yes.

- Any messages for me? | - No.

Nothing except a heap more flowers and | some champagne from that same gentleman.

Lord, honey, you sure got | him snortin' in his sleep.

I hope you threw them out.

I throwed out the roses, but you knows | what a mess broken bottles make.

Did you tell him not to come | around here anymore?

I done told him that | till I'm black in the face.

These corsets are so tight, | I can hardly breathe.

As long as the men folks likes a small waist, | us gals has got to suffer.

- You want anything else, Miss Belle? | - No, thank you, Hattie.

- Good night. | - Good night.

- You can call me early tomorrow afternoon. | - Yes'm.

Get out of here.

- Get out.! | - But listen...

- Get out.! | - I'll tell you, I wanna...

- Get out of here! | - Belle, I wanna talk to...

- Get out.! | - Listen, Belle. Don't act like that.

- What do you mean by breaking into my place? | - Don't be like that.

- Don't act like that. I want to speak to you. | - Get out of here!

- Get out of here! Hey! Help! Help! | - I want to speak to you.

Hattie! Hattie!

- You calling me, Miss Belle? | - Hattie.!

Help! Let me...

Police! Murder! Help!

Police! Police!

Hattie! Let me go!

Oh, you!

- Now, won't you tell me what this is all about? | - I love you, Belle.

I mean, really.

- Well... | - I want the truth.

- You have a piece of property on Randolph Street. | - Of all the...

I thought if you and I were | to put up a place like Warren's...

only better, more class... | we could make a lot of money.

But I really meant that | about being crazy about you.

Why didn't you say so | in the first place?

I'm a businesswoman. | I'd have listened to any proposition...

without all | this foolishness.

- You would've? | - Of course I would.

What a woman.

Right through this way, | Mr. Police.!

Sorry, boss...

but it looks like | the fire's out.

Now, look, Senator. | Gil Warren controls...

the Patch with | all its votes.

You need votes. Now, | as long as Warren goes along...

with no opposition, he has you and | your interests just where he wants them.

Who knows, but the day | may come when Warren...

gets other ideas | that'd be embarrassing.

- We have an offer to make you. | - Now, I have the greatest...

attraction that ever came to Chicago... | Miss Fawcett.

Now with your backing | and your money to get us started...

we'll open the greatest saloon | Chicago's ever known...

on the busiest | corner in town...

and I'll control the Patch... | I'll tell 'em how to vote.

And what's more, Senator, | you see this floor?

You see those real silver dollars | that Potter Palmer put in there?

Well, every month | after we get started, Senator...

they'll be 1,000 | of those for you.

What do you say? | Are you in?

I'm always in the market | for marketable goods.

Go ahead.

Full protection for me, | security for you and your family...

and a hundred dollars in cash | every Monday from now on.

Young man, | are you trying to bribe me?

Why, Commissioner, | how can you say such a word?

Mrs. Kelly, good evening. Welcome to | The Senate, and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Good evening, sir. Good evening, | Mr. O'Shaughnessy.

Welcome to The Senate.

Hey, you mugs, where do you think you are? | Take off your hats.

Keep on your coats | and shake hands with the boss.

- Where do you think you're going? | - Now listen, shorty.

You're taking | the wrong "altitude"...

'cause this is the only saloon | in town I ain't been thrown out of.

I'll give you | just five minutes.

I can do it in three. | That's tellin' him.

- Captain Jamison. | - Captain Jamison, welcome.

- And this is my daughter Ann. | - Miss Colby.

- How do you do? | - How do you do?

I've been begging Father | to bring me here for the opening.

- I'm glad he did. | - It's marvelous.

- I've never seen anything like it. | - Thank you.

- May I show you to your table? | - Please do.

Gentlemen, you give me The Senate, | I give you Chicago.

Father says you're the smartest | young man in Chicago.

That's because he knows | I'll deliver the Patch on Election Day.

He says you have a great future, as big | as Gil Warren's if you do as he says.

He's the boss, and one | of America's finest.

- And now... I must change my costume. | - Allow me.

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