My mom used to live for confrontations like this so it was just a matter of time before she had the manager quivering like a bowl of jelly. We got in (I for free) and the soon memory of Moses parting the Red Sea took second place to the memory of my mom brow beating the theater manager.  I think we must be related! So let it be written; so let it be done. Signor V.
"For me, there's only my wife..."
"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"
"It was a grass harp... And we listened."
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"
"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."
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