Al: Hey Sam! Look! I'm gonna leap!
Al Sam! You gotta see this!
(He runs into the lobby with Sam following)
Al: Look, it's Chubby Checker!
Sam: Chubby Checker?
Al: Chubby Checker!
Al: (sings) Come on baby let's do the twist.....
Sam: The Twist!
(Sam and Al start doing the twist)
Chubby Checker: Wow, that's good, can I borrow that for my act?
Sam: Boy! Am I glad to see you! I gotta play some music Al.
Al: Buenos Dias.
Sam: I'd like to read you something we found in our news files dates August 16, 1945, the day after the Japanese surrendered and World War II ended, "The guns are silent now and so are many of the men whose hands once held them. Never again will they see their wives or mothers. Never again will they hear their children laugh. And never again will they smell the sweet scents of home. And for what? For what did these husbands and fathers, these brothers and sons, give their lives so many thousands of miles from home? I say it was for one word, and that word is freedom. The freedom to pray. To write. To speak. To feel. To be. As we see fit, and not as others would dictate to us. To this freedom, which has been so dearly bought for us, it is up to us, the living, to dedicate our lives and our futures... to its eternal protection." These words were written by Frederick Beeman, the editor of the Peoria Dispatch. And I sincerely hope that Mr. Beeman would see it in his heart that all we are looking for here is...a little freedom too.
Sam: It's like I've been given a license to play!
Sam: You know sometimes weird things just happen.
Rachel: Yeah, like unemployment.