: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!
:03:04
- Author!
- Author!
:03:09
- Author!
- Author!
:03:12
- Author!
- Author!
:03:13
- Author!
- Author!
:03:16
- Bravo!
- Bravo!
:03:28
[ Dog Yaps ]
:03:30
Your table is ready, Monsieur Fink.
:03:33
In fact, several members of your party
have already arrived.
:03:36
Is Garland Stanford here?
:03:38
He called to say
he'd be a few minutes late.
:03:41
Ah, here we are.
:03:43
Barton!
Barton, so glad you could make it.
:03:46
You know Richard St.Claire
:03:48
and Poppy Carnahan.
:03:49
Charmed, charmed, charmed.
:03:52
We're drinking champagne
in honor of the occasion.
:03:54
Have you seen the Herald?
:03:56
Not yet.
:03:58
I won't embarrass you,
:03:59
but Caven could
hardly contain himself.