:01:25
Kissing it all good-bye.
These four stinkin' walls,
:01:26
six flights up,
:01:28
six flights up,
:01:28
the el that roars by at 3 a.m.
:01:31
like a cast-iron wind.
:01:33
Kiss 'em good-bye for me, Maury.
:01:34
I'll miss 'em--
like hell I will.
:01:37
Dreamin' again.
:01:38
Not anymore, Lil.
I'm awake now,
:01:40
awake for the first time in years.
:01:44
Uncle Dave said it--
:01:45
"Daylight is a dream
:01:47
if you live with your eyes closed."
:01:49
Well, my eyes are open now.
I see the choir.
:01:52
I know they're dressed in rags,
:01:54
but we're part of that choir.
:01:57
Yeah, both of us,
:01:58
and you, Maury, and Uncle Dave.
:02:00
Sun's comin' up, kid.
:02:02
They'll be hawkin' the fish
:02:04
down on Fulton Street.
:02:05
Let 'em hawk.
:02:07
Let 'em sing their hearts out.
:02:09
That's it, kid.
:02:10
Take that ruined choir.
Make it sing.
:02:13
So long, Maury.
:02:14
So long.
:02:18
We'll hear from that kid,
:02:20
and I don't mean a postcard.
:02:24
Fish!
:02:25
Fresh fish!
:02:29
Let's spit on our hands
and get to work.
:02:32
It's late, Maury.
:02:34
Not anymore, Lil.
:02:35
It's early.
:02:38
[ Applause ]
:02:47
- Bravo!
- Bravo!
:02:51
Bravo!
:02:52
Bravo!
:02:54
Bravo!
:02:57
- Bravo!
- Bravo!