:02:45
- Who's it from?
- Oh, nobody you'd know.
:03:18
Gilly, pry yourself away
from that piano. There's work to do.
:03:21
I don't see why Mother had to sell it.
:03:24
Because it's the most valuable thing
we own and we need the money.
:03:27
How am I going to be a composer
with only a guitar to compose on?
:03:32
Hey! My fish!
:03:36
I got to thinking about him
the other day. Where was he?
:03:39
Oh, Gilly, you can't take everything.
:03:41
There's not gonna be room
in our horrid new house.
:03:44
And we can't afford
to pay storage on junk.
:03:47
Look at his poor eye.
:03:50
Why is my stuff always junk
and your stuff always priceless?
:03:55
- Here, you can have him, Peter.
- Thanks! I'll put him with my junk.
:03:59
Well, that did a lot of good.