Fred
I’ll go with you!
Maxie
Fine!
Fred
I want to go every place so as to get ideas for songs. I was telling Mr.Mr. Sears about one idea—I haven’t got it written yet-it’s a song about the traffic lights. Green for “Come ahead!” and red for “Stop!” Maybe a comical song with a girl signaling her sweetheart with different colored lights in the window; a green light when it’s all right for him to call—
Lucille
And a red one when her husband’s home.
Fred
Shocked.
No, I was thinking about her father. I wouldn’t write about those kind of women—I got no sympathy for them.