At four o'clock in the morning most people have been asleep for hours, but at four o'clock in the morning the night-club children of a few years ago were just getting hot. The band jazzed at full blast. The air was so thick you could pick it up in handfulls and through it around like snowballs. The dance-floors were crowded with couples who couldn't do anything but wiggle hips and feet.

To his orchestra Stop da music, stop da music! You're supposed to follow da music, not chase it all over da place.

Home cooking. Where many a man thinks his wife is.

I hate music, especially when it's played.

That's the conditions that prevail!

Don't put no constrictions on da people. Leave 'em ta hell alone.

Everybody wants to get into the act!