Mae:
The kid's a goner
They're gonna make him pay
For the stuff
Jack:
"Here. Simmer down, willya?"
Mae:
I've seen my honor
Rolled up and burnt away
With the stuff
Well, it's gotta stop
"Let go of me!"
Jack:
"Hey, I'm tryin' to comfort you here."
Mae:
"I said let go!"
I should show him the door
He treats me like a whore
I don't need Jack no more
Or the stuff!
Jack:
"You dumb slut! That was half a jay of good mooter you just wasted."
Mae:
"I know."
Jack:
"Mae...whaddya think you're doing with that garden hoe?"
Mae:
"Taking care of a big, fat weed."
Jack:
"That's it. Say goodnight, Gracie."
Mae:
"Goodnight, Gracie."
Jack:
"Oh boy."
Mae:
So this is it, Jack
Last night of ballyhoo
For the stuff
Jack:
"Get away from me, you crazy skirt!"
Mae:
This one's for Ralph, Jack
Here's one for Sally, too
"Had enough?"
Jack:
"Help!"
Mae:
Yeah, you're not so tough!
You once had all the brains
Now they're just carpet stains
You're in no shape to fight
My bid to make things right
'Cause there's blood upon your necktie
Your corpus is delecti
And I have been delivered from the stuff!
