I'll See You in My Dreams Page #2

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The name's Gus, and if it's

all the same to you, I'll have soup.

- Bring Gus his soup.

- Why, yes. Yes, indeed.

I had no idea Mr. Kahn was coming tonight.

I'm a little embarrassed.

Oh, think nothing of it, my dear.

You're the only one who Is.

- I hope I'm not busting in or anything.

- No apologies, Mr. Kahn.

- Genius is its own excuse.

- Father, please.

Tell me, what has the muse

inspired you to today?

If you mean what did I write,

I just knocked out a love song.

Beautifully put.

Father, I've read Mr. Kahn's work.

And if he's written a love song,

I'm sure it is beautiful.

I can't think of anything

the world needs more than a new love lyric.

After all, Shelley and Keats

have been going downhill for some time...

...and who couldn't knock out something

better than Elizabeth Barrett Browning's:

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth

And breadth and height

My soul can reach,

When feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

Could I have the rest of it?

Wring out my tie, Mr. Kahn,

and I'll continue.

Gosh, I'm sorry.

Oh, gosh.

Gosh, l... Please, would you go on?

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely,

As they turn from praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs,

And with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a...

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath

Smiles, tears, of all my life;

And, if God choose

I shall but love thee better after death.

Excuse me.

Father.

Mr. Kahn. Mr. Kahn, I want to apologize.

What for? He's right.

What's a mug like me

doing with a pencil?

But nobody expects you to write like that.

Express yourself in

your own way, Mr. Kahn.

And if you can make others feel

what you feel, that's poetry.

Some people are meant to write poems.

Some people are meant

to move crockery.

I wouldn't expect my horse to get up

on the seat and start driving.

Good night.

I'm sorry if I've troubled you.

Well, what about the lyric

you walked through the snow with?

Have yourself a laugh.

"Gee, I wish that I had

a girl like the other fellows have."

Gracie, look at these figures.

"Smiling Through,"

450,000 copies already.

It was an inspiration you had to let

John McCormack introduce it.

I wanna talk to you

about something.

You don't have to. Without a word,

I'm raising your salary $5 a week.

Get back to work on the two dogs

we are trying to push.

- Mr. Rossiter.

- What?

I've written a song.

It happens every time.

Every good demonstrator

wants to be a bad songwriter.

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