Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Can you write a letter to God like you do to Santa Claus?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: No, that's where praying comes in.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Bad girls like me can't pray.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Aw, you ain't a bad girl.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Then show me how to pray. I want to ask God for something.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: You would. You lay down and go to sleep.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Regret knows everything. I'll ask Regret to show me how to pray.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Don't you go asking that mug Regret about anything. I'll show you how to pray.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Trying to hand me mush!
Bangles Carson: Don't you like it?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: No!
Bangles Carson: Say, "No, thank you." Say it like this: "No, thank you, Bangles. I don't care for any."
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: What for?
Bangles Carson: Well, you used to say "thank you" and "no, thank you."
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: I used to be a sissy.

Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: You are Lady Guinevere.
Doc Chesley: King Arthur's Lady Guinevere?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: You know about it, too?
Doc Chesley: Yes.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Did you ever break a lance for a lady fair?
Doc Chesley: Not recently. Who is Sir Gallahad, Marky?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: He's the best of all. I haven't seen him around here. But I know who you are.
Doc Chesley: Yes?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: You are the kind keeper.
Bangles Carson: The kind keeper of what, Marky?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Of the charger. The horse the princess rides.
Bangles Carson: Who told you about all this?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: My mommy used to read to me about King Arthur.
Bangles Carson: Where is your mother, Marky?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: My mommy got awfully tired, and went away. She's never coming back anymore.

Regret: Ah, kid, don't cry. Sorrowful didn't mean anything.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: He doesn't like me.
Regret: He don't even like himself.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: I want my daddy!

Bangles Carson: [about Marky] Well, you can't leave her here.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Afraid of the cops?
Bangles Carson: No, I'm afraid of the kid. I don't want her here. I'm not going sappy over her! I won't, see!
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: You're already sappy over her.
Bangles Carson: But you're not?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: No, she's just something I can't get rid of, because she's tangled up in a race deal.
Bangles Carson: She wasn't tangled up in a deal the first night you got her. You could've unloaded her then!
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: You didn't stage no riot when she busted up your song in a night club!
Bangles Carson: You start reading about King Arthur to her!
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Yeah, and you take her out and buy her a lot of new clothes!
Bangles Carson: And you sit still for the bite without even being chloroformed!
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: All right, I did pay! Her clothes were falling off her.

Bangles Carson: Hiya, Tightwad.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Hello, Golddigger.

Detective Reardon: Regret told me I'd find you here. This is one of your tickets, ain't it?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Yeah.
Detective Reardon: We found it in the pocket of a guy who killed himself. He had a kid. You know anything about it?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Uh, no.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: All right, get out of bed. I'll show you how to pray, sort of. But don't you tell anybody, see?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Is it a secret?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Between you and me. Kneel down. Put your hands together like this. Elbows on the bed. Shut your eyes.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Are you gonna shut yours, too?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: No. I gotta see that you do it right.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Now what do I do?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Say like this: Now I lay me down to sleep,
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Now I lay me down to sleep,
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: If I should die before I wake,
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: If I should die before I wake,
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Make me a good little girl.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: [to Sorrowful] You wanna be a little girl?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: No, no. Make *you* a good little girl.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: [praying] Make me a good little girl.
[to Sorrowful]
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Is that all?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: That's the works.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: But when do I ask for what I want?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: You better do it right now, while your prayer's still hot.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: [praying] Please, God, b

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Dizzy, when that guy comes back for the little doll, don't you turn her over to him until you get that twenty bucks.
Dizzy Memphis: But she's gone, boss.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: So he sneaked her out, eh? Serves me right. Every time I get big-hearted -
Regret: When was the other time?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Why didn't you watch her?
Regret: What am I, a nursemaid? What'd you take her as a marker for, anyway?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: I don't know.

Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Talking like that ain't nice.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: What's nice?
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Being a good girl is nice.
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: I'm a bad girl. Nurse says so.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: Why?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: Nurse says there's somebody named God, and a girl's bad if she does't pray to Him every night. Daddy says there's nobody named God.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: When did he say that?
Marthy Jane, Little Miss Marker: When my mommy went away.
Sorrowful 'Sir Sorry' Jones: I guess your daddy got a bad break.