Fred
Singing.
June Moon, how I wish you so-and-so, how I miss my so-and-so, spoon!
He comes out strong on the “spoon”—that’s right, anyhow.
Lucille
Hello. … No, this is Lucille. Just a minute. Eileen!
She puts down the receiver.
Paul
Who has managed, despite the confusion, to make mental note of Maxie’s melody.
Well, I might be able to dig up something for that.
Fred
Plunging expansively into explanation.
I got the idea coming in on the train. I happened to look out of the window—