Sweet Sue
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Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you!
Beinstock
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Me? I'm the manager of the band, not the night watchman.
Sweet Sue
:
Are you two from the Poliakoff agency?
Sweet Sue
:
Well, that's all for tonight, folks. This is Sweet Sue reminding all you daddy-Os out there that every girl in my band is a virtuoso, and I intend to keep it that way.