The reality is, there's the Woolworth Building in a veil of smoke from the site, but it's now like a scrim across a theater, and it's turning pink, you know, and down below there are hoses spraying, and the lights have come on for the evening, and the water is turning acid green because the sodium lamps are on, and I'm thinking, "My God, who could dream this up?"
Ja sam pravi realist. Stvarnost je, ovdje je Woolworth Building u velu dima od mjesta događaja, ali sada je kao platno prekoputa kazališta, i postaje ružičasto, znate, i tamo dolje gumena cijevi koje prskaju, i svjetla su došla tijekom večeri, voda postaje fluorescentno zelena jer rade natrijeve žarulje i ja razmišljam: „Moj Bože, tko bi mogao ovo osmisliti?"