take my advice an’ make everythin’ nice an’ comfortable for Amy an’ you won’t have no trouble. Amy’s satisfied here. Don’t you kid yourself she ain’t.
[Outside the crowd is off again, the tenors leading them in “Maria Mari.”]
Tony
You’re a good boy, Joe, you’re pretty smart.
Joe
I’m just tellin’ you the truth. You’re dam’ lucky you picked a girl like Amy.
Tony
[A moment of comfort; then despair again]: Ees no good, Joe—ees no good.
Joe
Oh, for cripe’s sake, Tony!
Tony
I’m tellin’ you, Joe, ees no good. I’m the most unhappy fella in the world. W’y? Because I been verra bad sinner an’ God is goin’ get me for sure! He’s broke both my legs already an’ he’s not finish’ with me yet! God is no cheap fella, Joe. God is lookin’ out at Tony right now, and you know what he’s sayin’?
