Home that night, the Kramdens lie in bed on their seamy dusty old mattress. The moon shines in the window. A scratchy old 16 RPM jazz record twirls on the turntable. Ralph can't sleep; he stares at the ceiling. He's fat and he has no job.
Outside, horns beep and garbage cans
clatter, and there's Mrs. Manicotti yelling
to some boys to stop making a racket and waking her up.
The bed is warm and snugly and cozy, and
Alice is next to him, and things are okay.
Baby ...
you're ...
the ...
greatest.
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