A Night at the Opera Page #2

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- We have all summer to talk that over.

- Tonight, we have to sing an opera.

- You have to sing an opera.

- I'm nothing but a glorified chorus man.

- Don't say that.

I've got to say it.

I've got something else to say.

What are you doing tonight,

unless that ham Lassparri asked you first.

- He has asked me first.

- Just my luck.

But I'm having supper with you, Riccardo.

Hooray! We'll have champagne,

music, flowers...

"Lassparri."

No flowers.

- Fiorello!

- Tony!

- Where have you been all these weeks?

- Here, there, different places.

- Got some mail for me?

- Mail for you? You don't work here.

Where am I gonna get my mail?

I no work anyplace.

Tomasso!

Not so good. Don't be so glad.

I brought you present.

You got something for me, too?

What do you got?

Where's Riccardo? All right.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were with the circus.

The circus? When was I with the circus?

I nearly forgot.

That was a long time ago, last week.

Since then I have lots ofjobs.

Your piano and my voice.

All those years we studied at

the conservatory, and what's come of it?

What's a matter with you?

We're still young. We've got our health.

You hear that? Someday, Riccardo,

you're gonna be where Lassparri is.

When you were six years old,

you sing better than Lassparri.

Maybe I was better at six than I am now.

You make me sick. You crazy.

You sing better than he ever could sing

and you know it.

I know it and you know it,

but the public doesn't know it.

- All right. We tell the public.

- How?

What you need is a manager.

A wise guy, somebody who's very smart.

- I knowjust the man for you.

- You do? Who is it?

Me!

- But you wouldn't make any money at it.

- I'll break even.

Just as long as I no lose nothing.

- Is the opera over yet?

- Not yet, signore, in a few minutes.

I told you to slow that nag down.

On account of you,

I nearly heard the opera.

Once around the park, and drive slowly.

And none of your back talk.

You're still crazy about her?

And she's crazy about you, too?

Even if she was,

I couldn't ask her to marry me.

Don't worry.

The manager, he'll fix everything.

Anyhow, we're together again...

- you and me, just like old times.

- Yeah, like old times.

Yeah, you bet my life.

If you pardon my saying so,

Mrs. Claypool...

Mr. Driftwood seems hardly the person

to handle your business affairs.

- I'm beginning to think the same thing.

- Bravo!

I made it.

How soon does the curtain go up?

The curtain, Mr. Driftwood,

will go up again next season.

- You've missed the entire opera.

- I only missed it by a few minutes.

I can go then?

Was I right? Isn't Lassparri

the greatest tenor that ever lived?

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