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.