:40:01
Sad am l
:40:07
Glad am l
:40:13
For today
:40:17
I'm dreaming of
:40:23
Yesterdays
:40:32
That you, Sonny?
:40:34
It's me, baby.
:40:36
-How's the crowd tonight?
-Not bad.
:40:39
We're pushing enough grass
to make our money.
:40:43
Just enough.
:40:45
But it sure ain't like
the good old days in Harlem...
:40:48
when white money was boss...
:40:50
and them fine, white cats
came up to Harlem...
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spreading it all around
Big Bertha.
:40:56
Oh, child.
:40:58
That was before
all those peace marches...
:41:02
sit-ins, riots, and 'dos.
:41:05
Ain't nothing wrong
with no peace marches.
:41:09
It's me, baby.
:41:15
Who's that joker?
:41:18
Friend of mine.
:41:37
Cat, you ever been high on pot?
:41:40
Are you kidding me, man?
Grass?
:41:42
Who doesn't, you know?
:41:44
What do you think,
I'm some kind of a hick?