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Yes, I could see what life would be like, along those lines. [An ominous low chord. Then a pause.] It was bad news. I'd be giving up a whole lot of . . . who I am! OLIVIA: And? Who's that? ELEANOR (to herself): Yeah. Who's that? MURPHY: Tell 'em. Jack. Go on. Jack's on the spot now. He doesn't really want to hurt Eleanor...But he's got to assert himself. So, like a lot of males who are pushed a bit, he overdoes it, with this song: [Click here to hear the start of Tree Trunk Traction] Well, I'm prowlin' round the yard,  And I'm a-huntin' this and I'm a-stalkin' that,  Like the king of the jungle, not no pussy cat--  But then some robin redbreast heads up a tree,  And sits there laughin', lookin' down at me . .    I can't get no Tree Trunk Traction!  I can't get no Tree Trunk Traction !   'Cause I tried  (Oh, I tried)     And I tried     (What a trip)       But I slip       (Lose my grip)     And I slide    (What a ride!) . . .   I can't get no --    Meow, wow, wow! I'm slippin' now! At the end, a quiet country-music vamp starts. Eleanor speaks over it to the audience, country-singer style (warm-hearted, confessional; like Loretta Lynn). She says that certainly you give some things up when you settle down...but there are rewards too...and she adds: ELEANOR: Somehow it's just natural to have one home, one fireside -- JACK [From the shadows behind her]: Natural for some, maybe. ELEANOR [Pointedly] -- and one roof you sleep under. I think that's the way it's supposed to be.

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