WIDE - It's a small, hip New York nightclub.
"And the bird says..."
"And the lion goes..."
"And that's the way it goes!"
Thank you. Goodbye!
Ladies and Gentlemen!
conga drums, a phonograph... it all goes into a big bulky
So, Mr. Besserman, same slot
Eh, I dunno... Andy. I'm...
thinkin' of letting you go...
You're firing me??
You don't even pay me!
Look -- I don't wanna seem
insulting. But... your act is like
puppets... playing records...
A stunned beat. Andy is hurt.
What do you want? "Take my wife,
traffic. Do impressions. Maybe a
little blue material...
I don't swear. I -- I don't do what
everyone else does!
Well, everyone else gets this place
cookin'! Pal, it's hard for me to
move the booze when you're singin'
"Pop Goes The Weasel."
Andy stares, disheartened.
I'm sorry. You're finished here.
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