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Vanessa: So I got a present— I went downtown to get it. You doing anything tonight? Usnavi: Cleaning. Vanessa: You're done for the day. Usnavi: No way. Vanessa: 'Cuz we got a date. Usnavi: Okay— Vanessa: Before you board that plane, I owe you a bottle of cold champagne. Usnavi: No! Vanessa: Yeah, cold champagne. Usnavi: Damn, the bottle all sweaty And everything. You went and got this— Vanessa: Pop the champagne! Usnavi: I don't know if we have Coffee cups, or plastic cups. I think Sonny has the cups— Vanessa: Tonight we're drinking Straight from the bottle… Usnavi? Usnavi: Yeah? Vanessa: Daniela told me what you did for me, And it's honestly the sweetest thing Anyone ever did for me. Now, what can I say or do To possibly repay for your kindness? Usnavi: How do you get this gold shit off? Vanessa: Usnavi! Usnavi: Yeah! Vanessa: Before we both leave town, Before this corner changes, And the signs are taken down, Let's walk around the neighborhood, And say our goodbyes. Usnavi, are you alright? Usnavi: I'm fine, I'm tryn'a open this champagne. See, the twisty thing is broken, But I'm gonna open this damn champagne! Vanessa: Let me see it. Usnavi: No, I got it. Vanessa: Yo, Usnavi, Drop the champagne! Usnavi: I mean, you went to all this trouble To get us a little bubbly— Vanessa: And it's gonna be okay. Usnavi: I'm sorry, It's been a long day. Vanessa: You oughta stay… Usnavi: What? Vanessa: You can use that money To fix this place. Usnavi: Ha, ha, very funny. Vanessa: And it's not like Usnavi: Sonny's got role models Role models? Stepping up to the plate— I'm just saying, I think your vacation can wait. Usnavi: Vacation? Vanessa, you're leaving too! Vanessa: I'm going down to West Fourth Street— You can take the A. Usnavi: What are you trying to say? Vanessa: You're leaving the country, And we're never gonna see you again— Usnavi: What are you trying to say? Vanessa: You get everyone addicted To your coffee and off you go. Usnavi: Vanessa, I don't know you're mad at me. Vanessa: I wish I was mad— I'm just too late. |