Mary 'Swan' Rutledge:
So, with a bag of gold, the prodigal returns to Gramercy Park. Licked!
Jim Carmichael:
Well, there won't be any bands to play, if that's what you mean, Ma'am.
Mary 'Swan' Rutledge:
Or any poems to write?
Jim Carmichael:
No, I guess not. I won't have much time for writin' poetry. Anyhow, I kinda run out of subject matter.
Mary 'Swan' Rutledge:
Write about a harpy who smiled at you and cheated you. Write about that!
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