Kathryn had been singing “If I Were A Rich Man” at the table for several minutes. Then she stopped, looked at Reilly, and said,
“Sorry i’m singing so much, but i just have to.”
Reilly: “Why?”
“I’m getting ready for the singing contest.”
Reilly: “What singing contest?”
“The who-can-sing-fiddler-on-the-roof-songs-best contest!”