So. The time has come for me to get my kite flying, stretch out in the sun, kick off my shoes, and speak my piece. 'The days of struggle are over,' I should be able to say. 'I can look back now and tell myself I don't have a single regret.' But I do. Many years ago a very wise man named Bernard Baruch took me aside and put his arm around my shoulder. 'Harpo, my boy,' he said, 'I'm going to give you three pieces of advice, three things you should always remember.' My heart jumped and I glowed with expectation. I was going to hear the magic password to a rich, full life from the master himself. 'Yes, sir' I said. And he told me the three things. I regret that I've forgotten what they were.
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Chico: Right now I'd do anything for money. I'd kill somebody for money. I'd kill you for money.
[Harpo looks dejected.]
Chico: Ha ha ha. Ah, no. You're my friend. I'd kill you for nothing.
[Harpo smiles.]
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Chico: Right now I'd do anything for money. I'd kill somebody for money. I'd kill YOU for money. [Harpo looks dejected.] Chico: Ha ha ha. Ah, no. You're my friend. I'd kill you for nothing. [Harpo smiles.]
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The passing of an ordinary man is sad. The passing of a great man is tragic, and doubly tragic when the greatness passes before the man does.
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