Professor Harold Hill: You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.
Constable Locke: Professor, you're a pretty bright young fellow. Ya made a couple of mistakes though.
Professor Harold Hill: Oh?
Constable Locke: The mayor happens to own the billiard parlor and that new pool table.
Professor Harold Hill: Oh. What was the other mistake?
Constable Locke: That Zaneeta? She's the mayor's oldest girl.
