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I don’ let nobody stop no festa in my house. You go outside an’ have a good time.

I don’t sing and I don’t dance and I don’t talk Italian and I don’t drink.

I’m surprise’ how much you don’ know, Dec. [''He laughs. The jar is painful. He groans. The comes over to his bedside''.] Were is my Amy?

She’s all right. Keep quiet.

You goin’ look for my Amy, Doc? You goin’ see if she is havin’ fine time?

[Mandolins, a guitar, and an accordion strike up a sentimental waltz outside.]

If you’ll be quiet. [Humouring him, he goes to the door.] I can see her from here and she’s having a splendid time. Does that satisfy you?

Now evrabody goin’ for dance!

[A brief silence filled by the dance music to which