(..) end up on the front pages of the tabloids, reeking blood on the side walk due to cranial ventilation. It seems Bobby knew everyone in Manhattan society. His wife Veronica now rarely came in, having succumb to the joys of motherhood. And then one evening, in walked the past. May I help you? (..)

(..) I'm not asking you to turn it off, but my wife gets these migraines. Don't tell me how to play my radio. Just your nose out of our business! She rarely gets them. Just every now and then. I am just asking if you can lower it. Shes sick. Call your doctor! Believe me! He did give her something. (..)