Easy now. You know when you come
Yeah. The second time they sing —
For he’s a jolly good fel-low Which
nobody can deny.
(handing him a
And don’t mess up the cake — I
promised to bring back a piece to my
Johnny Paradise squats down inside the cake. The officials
set the lid back in place.
INT. BANQUET ROOM – DAY
The minute of silence is over, and the delegates are seating
themselves. Little Bonaparte remains on his feet.
Now, fellow delegates, there comes a
time in the life of every business
executive when he starts to think
There are ad lib cries of « No! No! » from the delegates.
Little Bonaparte holds up his hand.
In looking around for somebody to
fill my shoes, I’ve been considering
several candidates. For instance,
there is a certain party from Chicago —
South Side Chapter.
He glances in the direction of Spats. Spats’ henchmen turn
and look at their boss.