Um, excuse me. Excuse me, I'm sorry.
I don't know why- excuse me. Sorry. Ugh!
Oh, hello Florence!
Oh, hi Lillian.
Well, how are you?
Oh, don't ask. I hate this instrument!
Oh, you know you don't mean that.
It's a marvelous instrument, you play it beautifully!
Big deal. Twenty-three years I've been playing this thing,
And all I've got to show for it is splinters in my bodystocking. Oh,
What a time I had getting here. I couldn't get a taxi,
I couldn't get on the bus with this
Thing, and they won't let me on the subway!
Well, how come your husband Harry didn't help you with it?
Who, him? It's too much trouble for him just to
Carry his drumsticks! Besides, I wouldn't ask him.
Uh-oh don't tell me you two had another fight.
Uh-huh.
What was it about this time?
Something terrible. I think he's seeing another woman!
Oh, I can't believe that!
Well, I find it hard to believe too. After all,
Why should he want another woman when
He can have me? What's wrong with me?
You're flat. Your A's a little under.
Oh.
Uh-oh, we're about to start. Here comes Lenny.
Tell me, who do you think it is your husband is seeing?
Who else? Mona, the harpist.
What makes you think it's Mona?
'Cause she's got a thing about symphony musicians! Oh,
Look at her over there, so smug and confident.
I hope you break every fingernail in your body!
Well, what makes you so sure he's carrying on with Mona?
Knowing Harry, it's got to be somebody in the orchestra,
And she's the only other girl here besides you and me.
Well, I still think you're jumping to conclusions.
Harry's just not that kind of a person! I mean, he's warm, he's good,
He's kind, he's gentle, he's generous, he's thoughtful,
He's strong, he's manly, he's virile, he's understanding-
So it's you!
Don't be silly.
Don't tell me I'm silly.
You are being silly.
You're lying... I should have known it was you playing around behind
My back! Look at him, so innocent, Mr. Drummer Man,
He doesn't think I know what's going on between you two!
Oh, believe me, there's nothing going on!
Oh no! Then what was that?
What was what?
That! What Harry just played on the timpani.
Boom-ditty boom-ditty boom boom.
Don't think I don't know what those two extra boom booms mean!
Oh, honestly!
You're not fooling me, it's a code!
It means I'll meet you later in the boom-boom room! Oh, why?
Why did it have to happen to me, and with a violinist? Yeah,
I should have known it was you, of course.
Why else would he be sitting around the house all day in his bathrobe
Listening to those Florian ZaBach records?
After seventeen courses of "The Hot
Canary" I should have suspected something!
All right, all right, all right, I admit it! It's true.
But don't blame Harry. It wasn't his fault. It was fate!
It all started during a performance of "Peter and the Wolf".
We were playing one of those wonderful young peoples' concerts.
We started with the Andante Cantabile. Next thing we knew,
Were were involved in the Molto Presto,
Followed by the Allegro Furioso,
And we finished off the afternoon by going all the way
From the Del Segno to the Finale Ultima without stopping!
You did that in front of all those kids?
Well, that was Sunday. We couldn't help ourselves;
We saw each other Monday night, Tuesday night,
Wednesday night, Thursday night... Well, what else could we do?
Rest, two, three, four.
He lied to me. That's where he was all those nights!
He told me he took a job with a dance band in Jersey so he could make
Enough money to put a down payment on a water bed.
Little did he realize, this would leak out before the bed did!
Face it Florence, you're a loser.
I can't believe it!
Well, you'd better believe it.
I can't!
It's true.
Wait a second! Did you hear that?
Hear what?
Harry's changed his mind: he still loves me!
He just told me. He played three extra boom booms!
You're crazy; he loves me! Don'tcha Harry?
No he doesn't; he loves me! Don'tcha Harry?
You see? He loves me! (well...) He loves me,
Did you hear that everybody? He's playing our song!
Harry loves me! Oh, I love you too, Harry! Listen! Boom, boom, boom!
Oh...!