Once Upon a Time in America... - (chapter #02)

that he's a friend to all the voters in Swagger County, not just the ones that sing hymns on Sunday.

Well, that's good. If those religious fanatics had their way, we'd be shut down faster than a nymph can orgasm with a feather up her butt.

Fortunately, that won't happen.

Yeah, well, I'd still keep your eye on the wanads.

I don't have time. I've got to get on that stage in about 15 minutes.

You don't mind believing me back here, do you?

Will I be dressed?

Sure, hon.

Okay, thanks.

Hold on a minute, darling. I got something for you.

Why, that's mighty nice of you, Reverend.

I haven't even danced yet.

Just watching you walk across the room is dancing enough.

I can be a whole lot more generous than that.

Why don't you take me back to your dressing room and I'll show you exactly what I mean.

Let me go fix that dressing room up just a little.

Be right back.

Fix all you like, my little lamb. I'm Paul Filth of any kind.

Good.

Well, it's about time, Babette. I almost started without you.

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