A Bucket of Blood1959

Maxwell H. Brock:
[Addressing the patrons of The Yellow Door] Attention. Attention, everyone! As you passed through these yellow portals I'm sure you noticed on your right a small clay figure and assumed this transfixed effigy to be the work of a master sculptor. And indeed, so it is. That master sculptor is in our midst. He's none other that Walter Paisley, our very own busboy, whose hands of genius have been carrying away the empty cups of your frustration. Mark well this lad. His is the silent voice of creation. But in the dark, rich soil of humility, he blossoms as the hope of our nearly sterile century!

Maxwell H. Brock:
[Crowd breaks into applause as Maxwell finishes his speech] Bring me an espresso, Walter.