Tony paces the floor, hands in his pockets, his head bowed.
Lefty: Hey kid. Kid! Yer gonna wear out da floor, ya keep pacin' like dat! And I don't tink I kin get a new floor for ya dis weekend. Ya'd hafta wait till Monday at least.
Tony: I'm thinking of the MC awards ceremony next week.
Lefty: What's da problem?
Tony: Nothing.
Lefty: Den stop pacin'.
Tony stops pacing for a moment; resumes.
Tony: Sorry. I'm just thinking of--
Lefty: Oh...riiiiight, riiiiight, I getcha. Yer afraid you ain't gonna win one of dem awards, ain't ya? Don't worry, I got ya covered! I'll getcha one.
Tony: Noooooo. I'm not gonna win anything, that's not what I'm worried about.
Lefty: What's buggin' ya den?
Tony: Well...I would like to bring someone with me.
Lefty: Dat's it?
Tony: Yeah.
Lefty: No problem! I'll get a tux, and I'll join ya!
Tony: Nooooooo. I want to ask...you know.
Lefty: Who? Crazy Harry?
Tony: No.
Lefty: Da Newsman what's always gettin' his reports spoiled?
Tony: No.
Lefty: Den who?
Tony: You know.
Lefty thinks for a moment.
Lefty: Oooooh! Riiiiiiight, riiiiiight! I know who ya mean!
Tony: Yeah.
Lefty: So?
Tony: So, I want to ask her to be my date, but I'm nervous.
Lefty: Nah. You ain't noivous. Ya don't look noivous!
Tony: Are you kidding? I'm sprouting a beak and feathers!
Lefty: Kid, I don't tink ya got anyting ta worry about.
Tony: Why?
Lefty: Woid on da street is...she likes ya too!
Tony: Really?
Lefty: Ya didn't hear it from me!
Tony: So...you think I should ask her?
Lefty: Well, ya kin take either her or me.
Tony: I'll ask her!
(Tony boldly opens the door, and walks out of room, shutting it behind him; he immediately re-opens door)
Tony: Is my hair okay?
Lefty: Will ya git outta here?
Lefty throws a pillow at Tony, who slams the door, before the pillow can hit him. The pillow plops against the closed door.