Dialogue: Ma che specie di medico è?

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Robert Weede - Pop, Broadway

Dialogue: Ma che specie di medico è?

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[TONY, spoken] Ma che brutta sorte! Ma che specie di medico è? Sono incarcerato! Maledetto dottore! Hey! Dottore! What the hell you say? Twelve weeks? [DOC, spoken] Twelve weeks.  [TONY, spoken] Twelve weeks. Ma che brutta sorte! Ma che— [THREE BIDDIES, spoken] Good morning, Tony.  [TONY, spoken] Good mornin'? It's a son-of-a-bi— mornin'! He says I'm-a gotta sit in this wheelchair for twelve weeks. Twelve damn long weeks! A ci picchia! Caspita! Orrore! Maledetto dottore! Hey, Dottore! I'm-a don't care. Twelve weeks in the chair. Come on, hurry up. Gimme the medicine, gimme the pills! Hurry up, hurry up, quick! [DOC, spoken] Easy, now. Easy, Tony! Easy.

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  • Frank Loesser