1:03:07
l don't know what your problem is,
and l don't really care.
1:03:09
Maybe you're a son of a bitch
just 'cause you haven't written a show
1:03:12
in, like, a million years.
1:03:14
Or maybe you're
just a stupid drunk,
1:03:16
but those kids,
they look up to you.
1:03:18
And they don't deserve
to be treated like that.
1:03:20
''They''? Did you think
l wasn't talking to you, too?
1:03:24
Or did l forget to mention that
1:03:25
you're a fraud who has to be
everybody's golden boy,
1:03:28
or you'll just shrivel up?
1:03:30
l've taken shots at drunks before.
1:03:32
Don't think l have some
honor code about it.
1:03:34
Bring it on.
1:03:37
What is your problem?
1:03:39
l don't have a problem.
1:03:42
There's a theater in Brooklyn
that's got a problem.
1:03:44
Seems they need
a rehearsal pianist,
1:03:47
and they thought l might just be
hard up enough to oblige.
1:03:51
So l sit in hot, stinking traffic
for three hours
1:03:55
just to drive down there
to find out it's not
1:03:57
the 200th revival
of my one hit show they wanted.
1:04:00
You should never meet your heroes.
They always disappoint you.
1:04:04
Come on, kid.
Come here. Help me out.
1:04:09
l think l'm going to be sick.
1:04:14
Oh, Jesus!
1:04:16
God!