Tony: That's your play, Lefty?
Lefty: Well, it's only da openin' number! (pulls an endless amount of napkins out of his pocket) I got da foist scene here someplace...
Tony: May I offer you some constructive criticism?
Lefty: Oooooh...riiiiight. Now ya wanna get involved. Before it was, "go away, Lefty," an' "not now, Lefty," an' "dis is not a musical, Lefty"...but now, on account a' hearin' how good it is, ya wanna get in on da bottom floor! Well...forget it! Dis is my baby, an' I ain't givin' ya a piece a' da pie!
Tony: Lefty, you can have it. I'm just trying to say...I don't think you should insult the audience.
Lefty: What do ya mean?
Tony (turns to an invisible camera; as an aside) Actually, his whole play is an insult to the audience! (to Lefty) Well...you say you took their money, and that there are no refunds. That's not exactly polite.
Lefty: Ya obviously don't know anyting about da tee-ater, kid! Tee-ater is all about da truth, right? An' I'm tellin' da audience upfront da truth...about how my show cost more dan a nickel, an' dey won't be able ta get it back, even if dey hate da show. Dat way some angry audience member can't drag me inta court, an' charge me wit stealin' his money fer givin' a bad performance! Dat's smart! Dat's tinkin' ahead! Riiiiiiiight!
Tony (after a beat) You're a loony.
Lefty: A loony who's gonna make a million bucks wit dis baby!
Tony: And what about the part where you start yelling at the audience after getting hit in the eye with a rose thorn?
Lefty: Oh, riiiiiight, riiiiight! Well, dat isn't in da script! Dat is what you call an ad lib, ya see? I was just imaginin' what it would be like if da audience started ta trow tings at me. But of course dey wouldn't do anyting like dat!
Tony heads for door.
Lefty: Where are ya goin'?
Tony: I'm going to grab some dinner. Wanna come with?
Lefty: Yeah...den I kin read ya da rest of my script!
Tony leaves the room, followed closely by Lefty.