[I Guess This Is Goodbye]
Jack: I guess this is goodbye, old pal
You've been a perfect friend
I hate to see us part, old pal
Someday I'll buy you back
I'll see you soon again
I hope that when I do
It won't be on a plate
[Maybe They're Magic]
Wife: If you know what you want
Then you go and you find it
And you get it--
Baker: [pointing off] Home
Wife: Do we want a child, or not?
--and you give and you take
And you bid and you bargain
Or you live to regret it
Baker: Will you please go home
Wife: There are rights and wrongs and in-betweens--
No one waits when fortune intervenes
And maybe they're really magic
Who knows?
Why you do what you do
That's the point
All the rest of it is chatter
Baker: [about Milky-White] Look at her, she's crying
Wife: If the thing you do is pure in intent
If it's meant, and it's just a little bent
Does it matter?
Baker: Yes
Wife: No, what matters is that everyone tells tiny lies--
What's important, really, is the size
Only three more tries, and we'll have our prize
When the end's in sight, you'll realize:
If the end is right, it justifies
The beans!