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Moe: The kid’s a fighter! (To Hennie) Why are you crying?

Hennie: I never cried in my life. (She is now.)

Moe: (Starts for door. Stops) You told Sam you love him. . . .

Hennie: If I’m sore on life, why take it out on him?

Moe: You won’t forget me to your dyin� day—I was the first guy. Part of your insides. You won’t forget. I wrote my name on you—indelible ink!

Hennie: One thing I won’t forget—how you left me crying on the bed like I was two for a cent!

Moe: Listen, do you think—�

Hennie: Sure. Waits till the family goes to the open air movie. He brings me perfume. . . . He grabs my arms—�

Moe: You won’t forget me!

Hennie: How you left the next week?

Moe: So I made a mistake. For Chris� sake, don’t act like the Queen of Roumania!

Hennie: Don’t make me laugh!

Moe: What the hell do you