 Al, I'm a tired old man. I went to every publisher in New York and they wouldn't even see me because I haven't got a name. Well, that's silly. You've got a name. Why don't you show them your driver's license? Hold it, Sheriff. Don't be miserable, Professor. How can I be happy? No musician will ever play my concerto. I'll play it. That's what I said. No musician will ever play my concerto. Oh, I'm so heartbroken. All those nights and days. Wasted.