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It was spectacular.

might account for the tiredness.

Mr and Mrs Stark. How very nice.

- No, she's my girlfriend. - Oh.

- Read your programme. - Yeah, alright.

- Read your programme. - Hey.

Oh, thank you very much. Um... Um...

Is her instrument quite what it was? Perhaps not.

- I shall need a pianist. - Yes.

- The <i>Post,</i> please. - Oh, sorry, lady, all sold out.

Well, they'll not wash themselves, will they? I'll make you a deal.

Anything you like.

I think we should be fine, Mr Bayfield.

In that case, let us put her over here on the card table

I won't go on living like this. Do you understand?

- We'll be murdered out there! - You think that I'm not aware of that?

Did I mention that I also compose?

You're not strong enough, Bunny.

- Madam Florence, I can... - Do we have a deal, Mr McMoon?

but no indication the disease is entering the tertiary phase.

I understand Agnes isn't a member.

- Cosmé McMoon? - That's me, sir.

Well, there is a murmur and some palpitations

And my father didn't leave me as much money as everybody thinks,

Oh! Where... Where is Mr Bay... field?

Somewhere I'm sure...

- Whitey? - Bunny. How very, very nice.

Carlo Edwards didn't mention any flatness,

but it's no sure prophylactic.

and I made a living teaching piano to children.

I should warn you that the vision you're about to witness

It transcends this realm. It's...

"Only the night before at Carnegie Hall,

I'm amazed. What is her secret?

Hmm, I thought it was Toscanini, the anchovy paste salesman. Huh?

I'm going to join them.

- But I got regular customers. - I'm sure they'll manage.

I have ambition. I...

But I could've... could've given you a child.

You don't mind me visiting unannounced?

- Of course. Break a leg. - Thank you so much.

It was very, very hard to admit that to myself.

...were as nothing compared to the applause and community spirit

I don't think they covered the concert.

No, you're right, we must exclude the hoodlum element

And again, lower. From the diaphragm, Bunny.

Well, I am so blessed.

and the state of Alabama.

What was the high point of the evening for you, Mr Bayfield?

<i>♪ Just you and I</i>

the Ride of the Valkyries!

Could I speak to Madam Florence for a moment?

No. No, uh, no.

<i>♪ I came from Alabama with my banjo on my knee</i>

You see, I just feel that if we had not gone away,

<i>- ♪ Rêvant de douces choses</i> - Yes, yes.

with our brave boys fighting for civilisation itself,

<i>♪ Pray excuse me! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i>

Mrs O'Flaherty isn't keen on the... Jews.

Maestro, do you think I'm ready... for a concert?

I don't know. I really don't know.

- No. - Well, he was seated to our right.

<i>♪ Like a bird</i>

Some things are worth dying for.

Well, thank you so very, very much.

- They're all drunk. - Me included.

but no one can say I didn't sing.

And I'm going to give it to her.

Hey, Tallulah, up here!

- My amulets, please. - Armlets.

Darling, please don't look so out of sorts.

<i>You're listening to "The Firestone Hour" with me, Richard Crooks,</i>

If asked, your favourite composers are Mozart, Verdi and Beethoven.

Your voice was as fresh as the morning dew till the very last, Florence.

In the hall, Madam Florence keeps a collection of chairs

I do not approve of drinking. What got into you?

A taxi if I may. Thank you.

- Morning. - Morning, Mr Bayfield.

- That's a great deal of money. - I know the reason why.

or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites with this slave's offal.

- And that includes you. - Do you mind?