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Musical: Ragtime
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[TATEH] Mister, please, where is this? [CONDUCTOR] You're in New Rochelle. You can atke the rope off her. This ain't the city. [LITTLE BOY] Mother! [MOTHER] I see! I see! He's afraid of losing her. Immigrants are terrified of losing their children. So are we but just not so conspicuously. Don't stare. It's not polite to stare. [TATEH] He's a rude little boy. Ignore him. poeople of good breeding do not stare at other people. they acknowledge htem politley with a bow... like this. Good day. [MOTHER] Good day, sir. [TATEH] She called me "sir." Without a doubt, We're really out Of New York City! [MOTHER] Fine weather, isn't it? [TATEH] Isn't it? Now that we're out of the city, Isn't it? [BOTH] Nothing like the city... [LITTLE GIRL] He's still staring. [TATEH] Never mind. [LITTLE BOY] My father's at the North Pole, With Admiral Peary and eskimos! Where is your mother? [LITTLE GIRL] Dead. [MOTHER] Edgar! [LITTLE BOY] My name is Edgar. We're off To visit out foreworks factory. What is your name? [LITTLE GIRL] No name. [LITTLE BOY] That's impossible. Everyone had a name, Even the little Negro baby Who lives in our attic!!! [MOTHER] Sshh. Do not be rude! He talks. [LITTLE BOY] I never knew anyone Who stayed on a rope Like a puppy dog. What does it feel like? [TATEH] I see that. [LITTLE GIRL] Safe. [MOTHER] He also stares. [LITTLE BOY] Safe? [MOTHER] You'd think He'd never Seen someone From New York City [LITTLE GIRL] Yes. [LITTLE BOY] Everyone's safe In New Rochelle. [TATEH] That's children, Isn't it? [LITTLE GIRL] Safe? [MOTHER] Isn't it? [LITTLE BOY] Yes. [BOTH] Always another surprise, Isn't it? [CONDUCTOR] Boston Post Road trolley! Boston! [MOTHER] Well. [TATEH] Well. Have a pleasant day, ma'am. [MOTHER] Have a pleasant trip, sir... [MOTHER & TATEH] Nothing like the city... [CONDUCTOR] Mamaroneck! All aboard for Mamaroneck! [LITTLE BOY] We know those peopl. [MOTHER] That's ridiculous. They're poor foreigners. [LITTLE BOY] Then we're going to know them. [MOTHER] Who put such thoughts in your head?
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