Pennies from Heaven

Susan Sprague:
Are you married?

Larry Poole:
No, I'm sane!

Larry Poole:
Seriously, I'm just a harmless sort of a guy - the friend of man. I envy nobody and, I'm sure, nobody envies me.

J. C. Hart:
The Chaplain tells me you're due out of here next week. Where do you aim to go?

Larry Poole:
Well, it depends on the wind. You see, with me, when I leave a place I get myself a feather and toss it up and which ever way the wind blows, well, that's were I go.

Waiter:
Hey Mister, you better get yourself a new waiter. I just figured out the checks and everybody seems to be a partner. The way it adds up, you've sold 110% of this restaurant. I agreed to work here for my tips and there aren't no tips. The only paying customer was that dame that just left. She give me a dime. Here, you take it. You might need it.

Patsy Smith:
Ain't it a elegant opening night?

Larry Poole:
You mean closing night.

Patsy Smith:
Huh?

Larry Poole:
Sergeant, you see gathered here tonight, more deadheads than have ever been collected under a single roof and they're all in on rain checks. The head waiter just quit, too. When our entertainers find out what their percentage is going to be, I have an idea they'll also quit. We got bills up to here. The Tax Collector was just in to tell me if we don't get a license, he's going to close us up and a license costs a hundred dollars and we haven't got a hundred cents!

Patsy Smith:
Gee, what are we gonna do?

Larry Poole:
Let's dance.