We built these ships. Dredged these canals. In the San Francisco
they never knew existed. This is our home. You two…stick together. I always come back to the old house. What if it’s empty? What if we just peeked inside? We could throw parties, We could put on one of your plays? We can yell Where is this house? Our old house. That’s not your old house and that’s not your neighborhood. ♪ Hey! ♪ ♪ If you’re going ♪ ♪ To San Francisco ♪ ♪ Be sure to wear ♪ ♪ Flowers in your hair ♪ Maybe he’s right. What if we shouldn’t be here? Who should be here more? Some millionaire? If you leave, it’s not your loss. It’s San Francisco’s. I don’t know how much
longer we can keep doing this. I’m not leaving. I’m the last one left. I’m with you, bro.