(Fat Sam sees the guns and runs behind a door. The company are in shock,
Bronx Belle: Dilly the gun, get the gun, you don't leave it you dummy.
Fat Sam appears from under a table centre stage sheepishly speaks)
- Ok Ok everybody
- nothing to worry about now..
- back to your tables,..
- (Walk down to band)
- Razzmatazz! Music!
- I wanna see everyone enjoying themselves.
- I wanna extend to y’all my hospil…hospil….
- Free drinks on the house!
- It’s just a little excitement that’s all…
- no one can say Fat Sam don’t run the liveliest joint in town
- Ha Ha!!