Tony
I don’ let nobody stop no festa in my house. You go outside an’ have a good time.
The Doctor
I don’t sing and I don’t dance and I don’t talk Italian and I don’t drink.
Tony
I’m surprise’ how much you don’ know, Dec. [He laughs. The jar is painful. He groans. The Doctor comes over to his bedside.] Were is my Amy?
The Doctor
She’s all right. Keep quiet.
Tony
You goin’ look for my Amy, Doc? You goin’ see if she is havin’ fine time?
[Mandolins, a guitar, and an accordion strike up a sentimental waltz outside.]
The Doctor
If you’ll be quiet. [Humouring him, he goes to the door.] I can see her from here and she’s having a splendid time. Does that satisfy you?
Tony
Now evrabody goin’ for dance!
[A brief silence filled by the dance music to which
