[TATEH, spoken]
Mister, please, where is this?

[CONDUCTOR, spoken]
You're in New Rochelle. You can take the rope off her. This ain't the city. 

[LITTLE BOY, spoken]
Mother!

[MOTHER, spoken]
I see! I see! He's afraid of losing her. Immigrants are terrified of losing their children. So are we but just not so conspicuously. Don't stare. It's not polite to stare. 

[TATEH, spoken]
He's a rude little boy. Ignore him. People of good breeding do not stare at other people. They acknowledge them politely with a bow—like this. 

(sung)
Good day

[MOTHER]
Good day, sir

[TATEH]
She called me "sir"
Without a doubt
We're really out
Of New York City
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