Al Stone
Oh, hello, Molly. Molly, darling, I just called up to tell you, honey, that it's all my fault about our little quarrel yesterday. And I promise you, sweetheart, if you forgive me, well, I'll never quarrel with you again. Oh, I was a little excited. I don't know, one of my numbers probably went wrong down here at the café.
Listen, honey, in a few minutes it'll be twelve o'clock. And they're gonna ring in the New Year, and ring out the old one. Baby, listen, will you do something for me? Jump in a taxi, and come over here. And, honey, I've got a table reserved for you, we'll spread a couple of bottles of cider, and, baby, when the clock strikes twelve we'll make whoopee. What do you say, honey? Come over, won't you?