DAN: Neither am I.
He unpicks a knot, and begins to hum absentmindedly. The humming gradually resolves itself into faint singing.
(Singing) "I'm a pretty little feller … everybody knows …"
OLIVIA _looks up; a thought crosses her mind. She turns her head and looks at him.
The Curtain begins to fall slowly.
(Singing, as he intently unravels the string_)
"Don't know what to call me—but I'm mighty lak a rose…."