[Woman Plays the Harp]
Mr. Bunion: Ah! Listen!! Music! Music! I've heard of music soothing the savage breast and melt
Mr. Bunion: ing rock. I will sit down and see if it will melt this old valise of mine.
Mr. Bunion: Isn't that grand music? How it makes one forget.-- um! How it cheers one.
Mr. Bunion: How elevating. How, --oh! Look! It is melting the old curse! It is vanishing.
Mr. Bunion: Huh!
Mr. Bunion: They are going to stop the music!
Mr. Bunion: That's an outrage! They silence her and back comes my old valise to life again!
Mr. Bunion: Well! I forgot! It is Sunday and I am in New York. Doggonnit!!!