Sweet Sue
:
Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you!
Beinstock
:
Me? I'm the manager of the band, not the night watchman.
Beinstock
:
[as Daphne falls up the train steps]
. Whoops-a-daisy!