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Reverend, may I please have your autograph?

You know, Sister Florida,

Oh, don't let these rocks and rags fool you, James.

Sam, this is my wife, Florida.

with your good woman's blessings.

We could send Michael to law school,

Only to drive him out of people's hearts,

I guess them numbers

watch out, brother.

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can I have an Amen?

I just finished washing my hair.

and Sam turned to me and said,

pure dy-no-mite.

I'll shine your shoes in Marshall Fields' window.

Sure, I'll get you Mama's.

Well, speak of the Devil.

I don't want to waste it on somebody I don't know.

is that front door hitting your backside!

And you got some reach, reverend...

and it pays pretty good.

Perhaps you don't think there is a God.

Sam, they don't print enough money

and his was a customized Cadillac.

with a personal message to you from God.

I'm delighted to meet you, Willona.

And what do you have to say to that, reverend?

He was the first war casualty of the latrine detail.