The next morning:
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Grace: And why can't I let Anna come to spend the holidays with us?
Grace was personal Secretary to William Danials, the richest man in the city.
She was here to invite someone from the shelter to spend the holidays with them.
Miss Hannigan: Because she's a drunk.
Grace: Pish Posh, Anna how would you like to spend the holidays with us?
Anna: Boy would I!
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Miss Hannigan: Now wait just a minute, you can have anyone in the shelter,
except Anna.
Grace: Miss Hannigan, this doesn't have anything to do with the police?
Miss Hannigan: She's all yours.
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About 45 minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of a mansion.
Anna was overtaken with amazement, she thought it was a train station,
until Grace corrected her.
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Grace: Now, Anna, what is it that you would like to do first?
Anna: The walls, that way when I do the floors, I won't slip.
Grace: Anna, dear.Your our guest here, you don't have to do any chores.
Anna: I don't?
Grace: No.
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William: Grace, I'm home..Are there any calls for me?
Grace: Just the president sir, He said its very urgent and to call him
as soon as you got in.
William: Tell him I'll call him later...and
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William: Who is this?
Grace: This is Anna, the young lady from the homeless shelter. She'll
be spending the holidays with us.
William: I thought you were going to get a boy and an orphan?
Grace: You didn't say it had to be a child or a boy, so I offered it to this
young lady.
Anna: I'm sorry, I'm not a boy or a child, sir.
William felt like a fool after not being so welcoming to the young lady
standing before him.
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William: I couldn't be happier to have you spending the holidays with us.
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William: Uh...what are we suppose to do with her?
Grace: It is her first night here.
William: Right, Anna have you ever been to a broadway show?
Anna: No.
William: Great! Then you'll go see a show with Grace.
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Anna plops down into the chair, all depressed and sad.
Anna: Aww, Gee.
William: You don't want to go see a show.
Anna: No...I do...just I thought you'd be taking me.
William: Anna, I just got back from a business trip and..
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Anna: Aww Gee.
Grace: Sir, the president is on the phone.
William: ...Tell him I'm escorting a young lady to broadway
and I will call him back.
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Anna: Oh boy! I never been around NY before.
William: You live in New York and never seen it?
Anna: Well, Miss Hannigan.
Grace: That's her employer at the shelter
Anna: She doesn't allow us to leave the property.
What's NYC like?
William: NYC, what is it about you? You're big, your tough.NYC
I go years without and I can't get enough
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William: Enough of cab drivers answering back in language far from pure.
Brother you know your in NYC, too busy to crazy. Too Hot, too cold too late
I'm sold again, on NYC
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William: Hurry up you slowpokes, we got to get to the Roxy
before the prices change.
Grace: NYC the shadows at sundown.
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Grace: The roofs that scrape the sky.
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William: NYC, the rich and the rundown, the big parade goes by.
What other town has the empire state, and a mayor 5 foot two, no
other town in the whole 48 could half compare to you.
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William: The City's bright as a penny arcade, it tilt it gleams it shines.
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Anna: To think that I lived here all of my life and never seen these things. NYC I give you
fair warning, up there in lights I'll be. Go ask Go ask the Gershwin's or Kaufman and Hart the place
they love the best, though California pays big for their art, their fan mail comes addressed to NYC tomorrow
a penthouse that's way up high tonight the Y why not, Its NYC
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William: Grace, how long is Anna with us?
Grace: Just until after New Years.
William lets out a sigh of disappointment.
William: That doesn't seem long enough. Good Night
Anna.