The Clown:
[
of the Major] Very active chap. Quite a function. Compulsive worker.
The Major:
[
still tapping the wall] You a big-teme psychologist, huh?
The Clown:
I'm a clown. It's neither here, there, nor anyplace... I could be a certified public accountant, a financier, a left-handed pitcher who throws only curves... What difference does it make?
[
singing to the tune of "Awld Lang Syne" while the Major pounds the wall]
The Clown:
We're here, because we're here, because we're h -
[
breaks off as the Major turns to stare at him, then brokenly starts up again as he resumes hammering]
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