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Magic Time
Brian d’Arcy James Kelli O’Hara
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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Ah! Betty! We spoke. Welcome aboard. Glad you made it. You look
Like your voice on the phone. Just how you oughta look. And those
Are the clients right over there. They can't miss you. You too
Go ahead, baby. Enjoy. Enjoy. Hi there! Joe Clay. We spoke earlier
Oh, you're the, uh...
The very one. So you see those gentlemen
Right in there? They're waiting to host you
Hoist me, did you say?
Well, anything for a lift. Do me a good deed. Magic time
They're the ones you want. Standing by the portside lifeboat
Hey now, be nice. They're here to relax. Off the clock
And you're here to relax too. With them. Right? Now come on
You and I worked together on the same floor
Oh
Anything for a lift
Well
A nice Covington Farms pitch. You can't spell
So I retyped it, but a very smart approach
You did what? What spelling? What word? I'm a dictionary
Don't waste your time. Too stuck up
You've met Bryce Delaney from SmokeEnders
Of course. Joe Clay
I think I'm seeing you in the morning
Sleep in, Mr. Delaney. I got what you need. It came to me this morning
On the 6 train. I wrote it on the inside of my tie. Sister Gabriella
Yeah
The nun who quit the cigs
Oh yeah
Nun loses habit
That's our guy
Shall I see you in the morning, Mr. Delaney?
Nah, sleep in
Now, we gotta get permission to use that nun's name. Got it
Covered, Brad? We'll have an answer by noon tomorrow from legal?
There you are. Okay. So, hi there. How about a drink? What's
Your fancy? Lemme get you something fun. A Satchel Paige?
No thanks
A Sobriquet?
Nope
A Jean Harlow?
That's a drink? And isn't she dead?
She is
I don't drink. I'm sorry. I never have. I don't like the taste
The taste. It's for the fun
I'm not here for the fun
Might be why you aren't having any
Or it might be you
Yeah
I'm Joseph Clay. I'm the new man in public relations
I know
And may I ask?
Kirsten Arnesen
So what's your tragic story? Gimme the whole jeremiad. No fibbing now
Or leaving things out. Give it all away on this storied river. And
I won't tell a soul. It'll just be our secret. Imagine this is our
Boat, and this is our river. The only light, a chapel of stars. The
Only sound, this language of ours. That's what I'm imagining anyway