:53:00
Even that first batch of suds...
:53:03
that first spraying of Palmolive
over troubled waters...
:53:06
that first plunge
through the foam...
:53:09
that first hopeful fish
for a dish...
:53:12
It is gone, Charley.
:53:19
And I think it's time...
:53:22
that I'm movin' on.
:53:25
Where ya gonna go, Tony?
:53:28
West!
:53:30
Where else can a man go
that needs elbow room?
:53:33
And what the hell
you need elbow room for?
:53:36
I'm thinkin' of takin' up
the accordion.
:53:39
Hey, you're not gonna make it
in this business, Tony.
:53:42
Ya can't sing.
You play guitar like a duck.
:53:45
That's 'cause my hands
is permanently puckered!
:53:50
And, anyway, this is California.
:53:54
There ain't no further west
to go.
:54:07
All the leaves are brown
:54:11
And the sky is gray
:54:16
I've been for a walk
:54:19
On a winter's day
:54:24
I'd be safe and warm
:54:28
If I was in L.A.
:54:33
California dreamin'
:54:51
Hey, man!
:54:54
Where'd you get that stuff?
:54:57
From a hobo on a train.
:54:59
You got some more of it?