Everything's all right.

And now it's up to Bill to say something after your dandy spiel." Bert recovered himself quickly with another glass of wine.
"Kick in, Bill," he cried.

"It's your turn now." "I'm no hotair artist," Billy grumbled.

"What'll I say, Saxon?
They ain't no use tellin' 'em how happy we are.

They know that." "Tell them we're always going to be happy," she said.