BILLY FLYNN: Now look, in a few minutes there'll be a whole bunch of photographers and reporters, and that sob sister from the Evening Star is coming.
(a coloratura trill is heard off stage)
I don't figure we'll have any trouble with her.
(another trill)
She'll swallow hook, line and sinker.
(and another)
Her name is Mary Sunshine.
MARY SUNSHINE: When I was a tiny tot Of maybe two or three, I can still remember what My mother said to me...
Place rose colored glasses on your nose, And you will see the robins, Not the crows!
For in the tense and tangled web Our weary lives can weave You're so much better off If you believe...
That there's a little bit of good In everyone, In everyone, You'll ever know. Yes, there's a little bit of good In everyone, Though many times it doesn't show. It only takes the taking time With one another, For under every mean veneer Is someone warm and dear. Keep looking For that bit of good in everyone, The ones we call bad Are never *all* bad, So try to find that little bit of good!
Just a little, little bit of good!
...Is someone warm and dear Keep looking For that little good in everyone. Although you meet rats, They're not *complete* rats, So try to find that little bit of good!