Joe: But my hands are ruined. I'll never play again! What's left, Lorna? Half a man, nothing, useless ...

Lorna: No, we're left! Two together! We have each other! Somewhere there must be happy boys and girls who can teach us the way of life! We'll find some city where poverty's no shame -- where music is no crime! -- where there's no war in the streets -- where a man is glad to be himself, to live and make his woman herself!