(xx) Bright Kentucky Hotel Speaker

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. Rush, goorke, all by himself. The young man is seated at the library table, gazing without enthusiasm at his open algebra textbook.

He pauses in his labors at this particular moment, however, because he hears sounds in the kitchen. Listen. Hey, you, ma'am. Hey, hi, girl. A man in there? No. Oh, say... She's downtown. Hey, she's not here, guys.

She's downtown. Oh, that's right. Don't you remember at the dinner table this noon? She said she was going downtown. Oh, yeah. Join it. Something special. I call it something special. Fly paper, old shoe horn.

Your father has been asked to make a speech. Or are you going to speak? Right Kentucky Hotel. Oh. Why are you amused and incredulous? You're fooling, ain't ya? Why should I be fooling? Huh. Like Kentucky Hotel.

The right Kentucky hotel I admit is a humble establishment. Still and all though I expect as many honest hearts beets stout and true there is any place else. The right Kentucky hotel is the last location on Earth.

I'd expect anybody to make a speech yet. Probably the reason for that is that you're young, inexperienced and unimportant. Okay. Are you busy there? Just glancing over to Mars Algebra assignment is all. You can help me if you care, too.

What doing? You can act in the capacity of my secretary and prepare an address I'm given tonight. Give it a tonight huh ready Teddy in the lobby the break and tuck yep Who's gonna be your audience the guests of the hotel?