I? Do I want a lavish life? Ha, ha, ha. I seen those movies. Tons a them.
The gangster marries a blonde, only he don’t marry her because he’s a sinner and just wants to live together and have fun. He runs whiskey or cocaine so he can afford to own a house and drive a car and keep her in style, like a showpiece he shows off. He breaks his health bringing in money so she can wear dresses that show off her butt and her breasts. Every day, she wears satin and drinks and smokes. One day she gets mad at him when she finds out he has another girl friend too. He tells her to mind her own beeswax but she keeps nagging at him so he beats her up pretty good, she’s shrieking. That’s the way I handle my women, he says.
The next day she has a black eye and answers the doorbell of her swell house. It must be the maid’s day off. It’s one of his friends, another gangster. Even inside the house, he wears a hat.
Sorry, my gangster husband is out on business. Would you like to come in and wait?
Don’t mind if I do. Even inside the house, he wears a hat.
What happened to your eye?
I walked into a door.
Walked into a door? My eye! He yells and clenches his fist. He did this to you, didn’t he? That dirty cheater!
Yeah, but I love him. He does this ’cause he loves me.
Yeah, but I wouldn’t do this to you! And I love you!
You do?
Yeah, Lil, I’ve always loved you. From the first day I saw you in your satin dress. You looked so lavish.
You mean this little thing?
Yes!
Is that my gangster husband I hear coming home? Oh. no, he musn’t find us like this.