Fred
What’s the matter?
Paul
Slowly.
I don’t know. I guess I got things kind of mixed up.
Fred
What things?
Paul
Didn’t Lucille ever meet you, during the afternoon?
Fred
No. Why?
Lucille
We’re going out to lunch. Want to come along?
A lyricist moves to New York City aspiring to make it big on Tin Pan Alley.