Arthur Parker:
I'd rather be a Yank.
Eileen Everson:
Pardon?
Arthur:
They got the best songs.
Eileen:
What's that got to do with it!
Arthur:
I want to... I know it sounds daft Eileen, but I want to live in a world where the songs is...
Eileen:
Where the songs come true.
Arthur:
Yes.
Pedestrian:
You all right, mate?
Accordion man:
What? What?
Pedestrian:
What's the matter with you, eh?
Accordion man:
Oh, f... f...
Pedestrian:
Hey, now now. None of that!
Accordion man:
It's a f-f-fine world, sir...
Pedestrian:
Are you drunk? Is that it?
Accordion man:
Oh... 'tis that, 'tis that... it's a m-marvelous world, if you... look at it right... lights on the water...
Pedestrian:
[
handing over some change] Look here. Get yourself a cup of tea.
Accordion man:
Oh... thank you very, very much sir. Thank you very, very much.
Accordion man:
We're all going to hell. We're all going to burn in hell. Thank you very, very much, sir. Thank you very, very much, madam. Thank you very, very much, sir.
Arthur:
Hang on! I've got an itchy conk. I said hang on! Will somebody scratch me nose for me? Bloody hell.
Accordion man:
Thank you very, very much, sir. Thank you very, very much, madam.
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