Maxie (cont.)
And the moon you used to share with me?
June Moon, shining above,
Will my true love come soon?
June Moon, I am so blue;
I know that you long for her, too.
Sweet night-bird, winging aloft,
Singing a soft love tune,
Tell her to come to me here,
To me and her dear June Moon.”
Maxie
You got an audience.
Fred
None too pleased.
Hello there, girlie!
Edna
Ill at ease.
Hello.
Fred
I wasn’t expecting to see you. Ah—this is—you met Mr.Mr. Sears. This is Miss Baker, everybody. And this is Mr.Mr. Schwartz.