Michael Bean:
My beautiful, wrecked, piano!
Edwin Milton:
Does that mean you won't be able to finish composing the music for the play?
Michael Bean:
Real composers don't require pianos, it is all in the mind.
Edwin Milton:
Best place for it.
Michael Bean:
Never wanted my music, have you?
Edwin Milton:
Well, Tchaikovsky would have done me, if I'd *had* to have music at all. Personally...
Michael Bean:
Out with it, what's your objection? Come on, let's have all of it, come on let's have it!
Edwin Milton:
All right it's already my Herculian task to coax anything like audability from these children. If, in addition, I have to cope with an orchestra that makes a lullaby sound like the climax to 1812...
Michael Bean:
You can hear a pin drop during that choir passage.
Edwin Milton:
And I'd rather!
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