Little Miss Marker

Bangles Carson:
Hiya, Tightwad.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Hello, Golddigger.

Marky's Father:
I want to bet twenty dollars on Dream Prince to win.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Not with an IOU.

Marky's Father:
But I've already lost over five hundred dollars with you.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I wouldn't take an IOU from my best friend. If I had a best friend.

Marky's Father:
Now, Jones, be reasonable. I don't have the twenty on me, but I can get it.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Then get it.

Marky's Father:
But I might not be back in time for the race.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
That's your tough luck. No markers!

Marky's Father:
Look, this is my little girl. I'll leave her here while I go for the money.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I ain't taking no dolls for security.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Look, Daddy, he's running away. Is he afraid?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Take her down off there. You get down off there.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
You're afraid of my daddy. Or you're afraid of me. You're afraid of something.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
All right, take his marker. A little doll like this is worth twenty bucks any way you look at it.

Regret:
Yeah, she ought to melt down for that much.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Dizzy, when that guy comes back for the little doll, don't you turn her over to him until you get that twenty bucks.

Dizzy Memphis:
But she's gone, boss.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
So he sneaked her out, eh? Serves me right. Every time I get big-hearted -

Regret:
When was the other time?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Why didn't you watch her?

Regret:
What am I, a nursemaid? What'd you take her as a marker for, anyway?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I don't know.

Bangles Carson:
You guys ought to be ashamed of yourselves, tossing that kid around like she was a rubber ball.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
You are Lady Guinevere.

Doc Chesley:
King Arthur's Lady Guinevere?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
You know about it, too?

Doc Chesley:
Yes.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Did you ever break a lance for a lady fair?

Doc Chesley:
Not recently. Who is Sir Gallahad, Marky?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
He's the best of all. I haven't seen him around here. But I know who you are.

Doc Chesley:
Yes?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
You are the kind keeper.

Bangles Carson:
The kind keeper of what, Marky?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Of the charger. The horse the princess rides.

Bangles Carson:
Who told you about all this?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
My mommy used to read to me about King Arthur.

Bangles Carson:
Where is your mother, Marky?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
My mommy got awfully tired, and went away. She's never coming back anymore.

Bangles Carson:
[reading the newspaper] Listen to this. "Bets twenty dollars on losing horse, then takes life."

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
It's the kid's father.

Big Steve Halloway:
Bumped himself off, did he?

Bangles Carson:
It tells about the kid and everything.

Big Steve Halloway:
Now get this, honey, no playing around. You keep your eye on her, Sorrowful.

Bangles Carson:
Notice how much he trusts me. Well, Tightwad, you're my watchman.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You're going to need watching, Golddigger.

Bangles Carson:
If you want to be kept busy, I can arrange it.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I'm already busy playing nursemaid to one doll.

Bangles Carson:
I hear you like it so well you bought a new apartment for the kid.

Detective Reardon:
Regret told me I'd find you here. This is one of your tickets, ain't it?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Yeah.

Detective Reardon:
We found it in the pocket of a guy who killed himself. He had a kid. You know anything about it?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Uh, no.

Regret:
Ah, kid, don't cry. Sorrowful didn't mean anything.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
He doesn't like me.

Regret:
He don't even like himself.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I want my daddy!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
What's the matter now?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
You don't like me!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You always cry when somebody doesn't like you?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Yes!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Well, you got a lot of crying to do. Now go to sleep.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
My mommy used to read to me about King Arthur every night before I went to sleep.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Now, Marky, be reasonable.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I won't!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
All right, all right.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Why'd you bring him here?

Bangles Carson:
You're my watchman.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You need a watchman. Big Steve is hardly out of town, and you step out with a good-time Charlie.

Bangles Carson:
Steve phoned four times last night between one and five this morning.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
When Steve finds out you stayed the night at my place -

Bangles Carson:
Oh, I phoned him a little while ago. I told him I had the kid here, and shut off the phone.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Oh, you handed him a line?

Bangles Carson:
Yeah. I was afraid he'd put the slug on you.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Talking like that ain't nice.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
What's nice?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Being a good girl is nice.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I'm a bad girl. Nurse says so.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Why?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Nurse says there's somebody named God, and a girl's bad if she does't pray to Him every night. Daddy says there's nobody named God.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
When did he say that?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
When my mommy went away.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I guess your daddy got a bad break.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Can you write a letter to God like you do to Santa Claus?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
No, that's where praying comes in.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Bad girls like me can't pray.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Aw, you ain't a bad girl.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Then show me how to pray. I want to ask God for something.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You would. You lay down and go to sleep.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Regret knows everything. I'll ask Regret to show me how to pray.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Don't you go asking that mug Regret about anything. I'll show you how to pray.

Bangles Carson:
Looking for something?

Detective Reardon:
Yeah. A kid.

Bangles Carson:
Another kid get lost?

Detective Reardon:
No, it's the same kid. One of those orphan societies is on our necks. You know, afraid she might have fallen into the hands of the wrong people. Sorrowful, you mind if I take a run up to that new apartment of yours?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
What for?

Detective Reardon:
You know, just for the record.

Bangles Carson:
[about Marky] Well, you can't leave her here.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Afraid of the cops?

Bangles Carson:
No, I'm afraid of the kid. I don't want her here. I'm not going sappy over her! I won't, see!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You're already sappy over her.

Bangles Carson:
But you're not?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
No, she's just something I can't get rid of, because she's tangled up in a race deal.

Bangles Carson:
She wasn't tangled up in a deal the first night you got her. You could've unloaded her then!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You didn't stage no riot when she busted up your song in a night club!

Bangles Carson:
You start reading about King Arthur to her!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Yeah, and you take her out and buy her a lot of new clothes!

Bangles Carson:
And you sit still for the bite without even being chloroformed!

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
All right, I did pay! Her clothes were falling off her.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Trying to hand me mush!

Bangles Carson:
Don't you like it?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
No!

Bangles Carson:
Say, "No, thank you." Say it like this: "No, thank you, Bangles. I don't care for any."

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
What for?

Bangles Carson:
Well, you used to say "thank you" and "no, thank you."

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I used to be a sissy.

Bangles Carson:
Now where did you get that?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Ain't telling! And I don't want no mush!

Bangles Carson:
Don't you like me anymore?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Well...

Bangles Carson:
You used to like me when I was Lady Guinevere.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
[laughs] There's no Lady Guinevere.

Bangles Carson:
Oh yes there is, dear. Just like there's a Charger.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
There ain't no Charger.

Bangles Carson:
But you saw him.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
They took him away.

Bangles Carson:
We jipped that kid, and now she's just a mug like us.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
What's wrong with us?

Bangles Carson:
When we first met her, she was a sweet kid. Nice people would've been glad to have her. Now she hasn't got a chance.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Because she's a little tough now?

Bangles Carson:
She's plenty tough now. They want kids that have been brought up right.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Who does?

Bangles Carson:
Nice people. You know, young married couples with no kids of their own.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Why don't you get nice and adopt her?

Bangles Carson:
Because I'm not a young married couple. You'd love to see her get into a good home, wouldn't you? Well, she won't, not unless we can change her back into the kid she was.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I've been crazy about you for a long time.

Bangles Carson:
Oh, everything is different. Maybe that's part of - of going sappy.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
All right, get out of bed. I'll show you how to pray, sort of. But don't you tell anybody, see?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Is it a secret?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Between you and me. Kneel down. Put your hands together like this. Elbows on the bed. Shut your eyes.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Are you gonna shut yours, too?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
No. I gotta see that you do it right.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Now what do I do?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Say like this: Now I lay me down to sleep,

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Now I lay me down to sleep,

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
If I should die before I wake,

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
If I should die before I wake,

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Make me a good little girl.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
[to Sorrowful] You wanna be a little girl?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
No, no. Make *you* a good little girl.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
[praying] Make me a good little girl. [to Sorrowful] Is that all?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
That's the works.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
But when do I ask for what I want?

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You better do it right now, while your prayer's still hot.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
[praying] Please, God, buy Sir Sorry a new suit of clothes.

Bangles Carson:
Why aren't you asleep?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Aw, lay off me.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Using my place as a hideout from a Good Time Charlie.

Bangles Carson:
Aw, shut up.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
Alright, take it on the lam.

Bangles Carson:
As soon as I get some clothes.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
You're wearing clothes.

Bangles Carson:
Not going out at this time a day with these clothes on.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
If you went home nights instead of hanging around...

Bangles Carson:
Maybe I could get home nights if you didn't go shout your head off and wake up kids.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I wouldn't have to shout my head off if you stayed away.

Bangles Carson:
Oh it won't happen again. I'll give you plenty air.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I'll take gallons of it.

Bangles Carson:
Better than that, I'll give you oceans of it.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones:
I'll take three oceans worth.

Bangles Carson:
You would, it's free.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I know you! You are the Black Knight.

Dizzy Memphis:
Oh, go on, child. I'm black day and night.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
Where's your charger?

Dizzy Memphis:
Huh?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
The one with white spots and pointed ears.

Dizzy Memphis:
Huh?

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker:
I'm the princess!

Dizzy Memphis:
Yes ma'am, princess.