I read the handwriting on the wall of a cheap hotel room - the million-dollar future of me, Roy Foley.

First, there's Lola, who will keep me here...Lola, who one day soon will crawl and beg as once she laughed - at me, Roy Foley.

Next, there's Oklahoma, a state paved with gold - it's a dry state, didn't you know? And where there's gold, there's women.

That's for me. I'm going to be the biggest bootlegger of them all - Al Capone of 1953. Me!