Otis B. Driftwood:
That's the fire escape. And, uh... that's a table, and this is a room, and there's the door leading out, and I wish you'd use it, I... I vant to be alone!
Henderson:
You'll be alone when I throw you in jail!
Otis B. Driftwood:
Isn't there a song like that, Henderson?
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