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START: Chauncey: I daresay the finest dish here at the automat is the tomato soup. People come from miles around for it. Chauncey: Where are you staying while you’re in town? Ned: Up on, uhm, Riverside Drive, they call it. Chauncey: Well. Riverside Drive. And here we are in Greenwich Village. That’s quite a trip for a young, hungry boy. A bus and an El train at least.

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END: Chauncey: And somehow, no. No, the third thing I am interested in is finding the places, in whatever city I am currently in, where the boys meet the boys (significant pause). Of which this automat is one. And that, dare I say, has even been heard of as high up as Riverside Drive.

Citation: Douglas Carter Beane, The Nance, Dramatist Play Service, 2016, pp.10-11.