This gold watch and chain
That belonged to my father?
Two bucks on it?
Never mind!Don’t bother.
How about this necklace?
Pure jade.
Chinese?. . . Hell, no!
It’s union-made.
Can I get Ten on this suit
I bought two weeks ago?
I don’t know why it looks
Worn so.
Feel the weight, Mr. Levy,
Of this silver bowl.
Stop hunting for the price tag!
It ain’t stole.
O.K. You don’t want it?
Then I’ll go.
But a man’s got to live,
You know.
Say On the last thing I own,
Pawnbroker, old friend—
Me’
My self!
Life?
What’ll you lend?