[Jack is going into a complicated staccato “talking” dramatization of the last half of the chorus—something like this:
“I—want—you—to—understand....
That—it’s—my—mammy....
My—mammy—I—tell—you....
And—my—daddy....
You—bet....
Your—life....
It’s—my—mammy—and—daddy, I—tell—you....
I’m—going—back—
I’m—going—back—down—South—
Down—South,—I—tell—you....”
[Sara rises, a broken creature, her frail body barely able to carry her out. She moves out of the door, Yudelson following her, trying to detain her.]
Sara
That ain’t my Jakie! That ain’t my boy!... I’m going home!
[The stage is empty. We see the grotesque, elongated shadows of Sara and Yudelson against the multi-colored lights back-stage as they pass, evidently out of the theatre. We are hearing Jack’s last line of the song—
“I’ve had my fling,
And it don’t mean a thing—”
His voice breaks. He repeats in intensely personal agony, “It don’t mean a thing ... it don’t mean a thing—my God!—it don’t mean a....”