head cashier and refreshments clerk. so glad to have you back, my boy! much more handsome than i remember him.
thank you, timothy.
what do you suppose they're talking about?
yes, he seems to be.
who is straightening out and dusting the tops of the two or three file cabinets in the corner of the office. as she works, she hums an old song, occasionally breaking into the lyrics:
"the object of my affection, can change my complexion, from white to rosy red"
oh, my.
don't say that.
i haven't danced with another man since mr. terwilliger passed.
nineteen-oh-nine.
i taught you that.
oh dear, yes. you were an excellent student, before all that clarinet nonsense. you loved chopin. you used to call it "heaven music." "teach me some heaven music," you used to say.
sit. play with me.
some of it might come back to you.
that's good.  that's good.
really, luke! that's no way to treat mr. chopin!
luke? dear, are you all right?
luke! luke, something's wrong! the film broke, and i can't raise harry on the house phone!
you've got to talk to them before they tear the theater apart!
i think he's doing very well, so far.