Pennies from Heaven

Arthur Parker:
I'd rather be a Yank.

Eileen Everson:
Pardon?

Arthur:
They got the best songs.

Eileen:
What's that got to do with it!

Arthur:
I want to... I know it sounds daft Eileen, but I want to live in a world where the songs is...

Eileen:
Where the songs come true.

Arthur:
Yes.

Pedestrian:
You all right, mate?

Accordion man:
What? What?

Pedestrian:
What's the matter with you, eh?

Accordion man:
Oh, f... f...

Pedestrian:
Hey, now now. None of that!

Accordion man:
It's a f-f-fine world, sir...

Pedestrian:
Are you drunk? Is that it?

Accordion man:
Oh... 'tis that, 'tis that... it's a m-marvelous world, if you... look at it right... lights on the water...

Pedestrian:
[handing over some change] Look here. Get yourself a cup of tea.

Accordion man:
Oh... thank you very, very much sir. Thank you very, very much.

Accordion man:
We're all going to hell. We're all going to burn in hell. Thank you very, very much, sir. Thank you very, very much, madam. Thank you very, very much, sir.

Arthur:
Hang on! I've got an itchy conk. I said hang on! Will somebody scratch me nose for me? Bloody hell.

Accordion man:
Thank you very, very much, sir. Thank you very, very much, madam.