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- Did you bring me a present?

Make a wish, Paul. Make a wish.

- Happy birthday, Paul.

- Gee, I blew out all the lights.

All right, Sister, turn on the lights.

Do you like it, darling? Do you like it?

Will you put that thing away?

Hey, we're gonna play ball.

Anybody wanna play ball with us?

- Hey, Phil, where's Paul?

- He's practicing.

- Does he have to?

- He don't have to.

You mean he wants to?

Mr. Boray.

Mr. Boray.

- Me?

- Mr. Boray, we don't expect you...

...to be with us all the time. But would

you mind keeping in touch with us?

This overture is written

for full orchestra not solo violin.

- Let's try it both ways.

- Let's try it as the composer wrote it, Boray.

All right. I'm sorry.

All right. Once more

from the double bar.

This time, Mr. Boray has promised

to rejoin the orchestra.

It occurs to me, Mr. Boray,

you are very fresh.

Well, that's exactly the quality

that I like in your playing.

All right. From the double bar.

I'm right behind you, Gina.

Get it? See what I mean?

Bach is church windows.

Beethoven is a giant range

of mountains. Wagner is a storm.

- Debussy is the wind in the trees.

- And you? What are you?

Me? I'm the dynamo

that makes them tick.

I'm a self-starter. I'll knock this town

on its ear once I get started.

Nobody sits on my head.

It's full of talent.

Last week, I met Jos lturbi.

He told me, "Practice.

Learn what they want and play it."

Paul, we've passed my house.

Oh, I'm sorry. Remind me to let you

get in a word every once in a while.

When I get wound up, I just go on and on

until someone changes the needle.

- I know how you feel.

- Do you?

Really?

It's funny, you know, I never

open up like this to most people...

...not even Mom. It's only you.

You know what I mean?

I don't have to pose with you.

I don't have to fight or argue.

I can be what I am, no different.

No better, no worse. Just me.

- You know?

- I know.

Gee, I'm itching to get started.

A thousand concerts

in my fingers waiting to get out.

Nothing can stop me. Nothing can

get in my way. I don't feel alive until...

Hey.

If I told you I loved you...

...would you laugh?

- No.

Well, I do.

You see, I'm not laughing.

Evening paper!

Get your evening paper! Thank you, sir.

- Hey.

- Evening paper!

- Read all about it!

- Hi, Eddie, how did the Yanks do?

- They won both games.

- Great. Thanks.

- $ 18.62.

Thompson, $ 11.33.

Credit, credit, credit.

Nobody pays anymore.

I know they gotta eat, Esther,

but we gotta eat too.

The Depression is a Depression

for us and everybody.

What Depression?

With two chickens in every pot?

It's no joke, Flossie. It's no joke at all.

Who said it was funny? I got a run

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