The Pooch1932

Stymie:
[praying to save his dog from the pound] Dear Lord, that Petey is the only friend I've got. I just gotta have five dollars somehow.

[a five-dollar bill blows out of a woman's hand and, floating about a block down the street, lands a few feet in front of where Stymie is sitting]

Stymie:
Boy, that's what I call service!