I cry at anything. Most recently at A Thousand Clowns. I think I even cried at The Court Jester. Since moving away from a beloved home town was the major trauma of my childhood, I've always wept at Margaret O'Brien's bashing the snow people in Meet Me In St. Louis.
Why Can't I Wake Up may be my all-time favorite Kander & Ebb song. And, on Broadway now, Now I Have Everything is the most emotional song that doesn't involve the chorus in Fiddler on the Roof.
I love Pink Taffeta Sample out of context. But if you're watching a musical about a prostitute, the last thing you want to hear about it the woman's happy family life. It just starts the mind racing - in the wrong way - and you ask "How'd she get to be a prostitute." Better to avoid the subject entirely, as the final draft of Sweet Charity does.
Picked up The Country's In the Very Best of Hands today. I may have to cut some things - for length, not for sense. It's parity that no one understands.