It All Comes Back (Opening)

[Small Alison]

Daddy!

Hey, Daddy, come here, okay?

I need you

What are you doing?

I said come here

You need to do what I tell you to do

Listen to me

Daddy!

Come here! Hey, right here! Right now!

You’re making mad

Listen to me

Listen to me

Listen to me

I wanna play airplane

I wanna play airplane

I wanna play airplane!

I wanna put my arms out and fly

Like the Red Baron in the Sopwith Camel!

No, wait

Like Superman!

Up in the sky

Till I can see all of Pennsylvania

[Bruce]

[Spoken] Hey! Gimme a hand

[Small Alison]

What’d you get, Daddy?

[Alison]

Right, right right

[Bruce]

It’s from Clyde Gibbon’s barn

What a haul!

He said, take what you want

I said, Clyde, are you sure?

He said, it’s all junk to me

I said, okay, Clyde, okay!

C’mon, take a look

You go to auctions, yard sales, comb the dump

There’s crap, there’s crap, there’s, hey

What’s this?

[Small Alison]

More crap?

[Bruce]

No

[Sung] Linen!

This is linen!

Gorgeous Irish linen!

See how I can tell?

Right here, this floating thread, you see

That’s what makes it damask

And the weight, the weight, this drape!

And the pattern, crisp and clear!

See how it’s made from

Matte and shine?

It’s tattered here, but all the rest

How beautiful!

How fine!

Okay, okay

What else?

Crap, crap, dead mouse

[Small Alison]

Oh, can I have it?

[Bruce]

It’s all yours

What’s this?

Silver?

Is this silver?

Is this junk, or silver?

With polish, we can tell

I love how tarnish melts away

Opening to luster

And the mark, is there a mark?

Yes, this stamp, you see? Right here!

That’s how the craftsman leaves a sign

That he was here and made his work

So beautiful

So fine

This has traveled continents to get here

And crossed an ocean of time

And somehow landed in this box

Under a layer of grime

I can’t abide romantic notions

Of some vague long ago

I want to know what’s true

Dig deep into who

And what

And why

And when

Until now gives way to then

[Alison]

Did you ever imagine I’d hang on to your stuff, Dad?

Me either

But I guess I always knew that someday I was going to draw you

In cartoons

Yes, Dad, I know

You think cartoons are silly

But I draw cartoons, and I need real things to draw from

‘Cause I don’t trust memory

But, God, this thing is ghastly!

You were so ecstatic when you found it

At a yard sale

No, no, wait

In Mr. Gibbon’s barn

It all comes back

It all comes back

It all comes back!

There’s you

And there’s me

But now I’m the one who’s forty-three

And stuck

I can’t find my way through

Just like you

Am I just like you?

[Bruce]

A sign that he was here

And made his work

[Alison]

I can’t abide romantic notions

Of some vague long ago

[Bruce & Alison]

I want to know what’s true

Dig deep into who

And what

And why

And when

Until now gives way to then

[Small Alison]

Daddy!

Hey Daddy, come here, okay?

I need you

[Bruce]

This has traveled to get here

So beautiful

[Small Alison]

What are you doing? I said come here

[Alison]

Flying through

Oh

I wanna play airplane

[Small Alison]

I wanna play airplane

[Alison]

I wanna play airplane

[Small Alison]

I wanna play airplane!

[Alison]

[Spoken] Caption

My dad and I were exactly alike

[Small Alison]

I see everything!

[Alison]

Caption

My dad and I were nothing alike

[Small Alison]

I’m Superman

[Alison]

My dad and

My dad and I

[Small Alison]

But, Daddy, come back!