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(SNORING)

MAN: Gentlemen.

Oh, gentlemen, it's your boss speaking.

If you're not too busy,

could you possibly help a customer today?

Oh, I guess so.

Sure, if we're not too busy later, maybe.

Oh, good.

(SHO UTIN G) Because I've had it with you lazy suckers!

So listen up!

Whichever one of you makes the next sale,

gets to keep his job!

The other one will be fired!

Got it?

Now, get to work!

Hello, can somebody help me?

- A customer. - Oh, boy!

- Good luck, pal. - Same to you, pal.

(LAUGHING)

Howdy, ma'am. May I help you?

I'm looking for an instrument that plays romantic music.

Well, you're in luck, lady,

'cause there ain't no more romantical music

than what you can play on this here piano.

(PLAYING ROMANTIC MUSIC)

(SIGHING)

Romantical, ain't it?

So, you wanna charge it, or put it on your credit card?

That was okay, I guess,

but not really what I consider romantic music.

Ahem, allow me.

(PLAYING ROMANTIC MUSIC)

Oh!

(SIGHING)

- Why, you... - I was just sitting there!

DAIS Y: Ahem!

That was not romantic music.

I'm talking about sitting on the beach at sunset,

kissy-kissy sort of romantic music.

So, what do you think romantic music is?

Yeah!

Well, you know, something like...

(HUMMING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(SINGING) "Pop!" goes the weasel!

(CHUCKLING)

(SIGHING)

Isn't that romantic?

Uh...

Well, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, sure, sure.

Uh-huh, real romantical, lady.

Well, then, is one of you going to sell me an instrument

that can play Pop Goes The Weasel, or not?

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

Again!

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

Hey, I was playing her song!

No, I was!

Boys, whoever plays my song best gets the sale.

That's gonna be me, lady.

(LAUGHING)

Hey!

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(EX CLAIMING)

Well, how was that?

Great, it's just neither one of you ever finished my song.

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

Oh, that was beautiful.

I'll buy it, unless you haVe something better?

Do I?

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

That was the most romantic thing I'Ve ever heard!

I'll take him.

So long, pal.

Well, well, well. I guess you get to keep your job.

That's right.

So, I'll take this,

and your entire salary for the next year to pay for the damages to my store.

Whoa!

Now, clean this place up!

Play it one more time.

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)