RIFF: Try me.
TONY: O.K. Every single damn night for the last month, I wake up and I’m reaching out.
RIFF: For what?
TONY: I don’t know, it’s right outside the door, around the corner. But it’s comin’!
RIFF: What is? Tell me!
TONY: I don’t know! It’s - like the kick I used to get from being a Jet.
RIFF: I never asked the time of day from a clock, but I’m asking you:
Come to the dance tonight…
(TONY turns away)
… I already told the gang you’d be there.
TONY: What Time?
RIFF: Ten?
TONY: Ten it is.
RIFF: Womb to Tomb!
TONY: Sperm to Worm! (Shakes Hands) And I’ll live to regret this.
RIFF: Who Knows? Maybe what you’re waitin’ for’ll be twitching at the dance!
(HE runs off)
TONY: Who knows?
