When we last left our heroes, Christian and the Bohemians were off to
the
Moulin Rouge and Andy was taking a piss. Will the couple not make-out?
Will Christian read his poetry to Satine? We'll Find out. I only own
Andy
and Tracey. The rest are owned by Baz Luhrman.
*****
Andy: I'm back.
Tracey: Great! Let's try to get through another twenty minutes.
Chapter 2: Appearance of the Ninnies & The Fainting Diamond
~~~~PLAY~~~~
Christian: Harry Zidler's infamous girls, his Diamond Dogs.
Fat Cancan Dancer: Why are we dogs?
Marie: (Unseen) Would you rather be called a cancan dancing ninny?
Nini: Yes?
Marie: (Unseen) Just start!
Girls: Vole voux coucher avec moi, ses wa?
Harold Zidler: Life's an awful bore, where living's just a chore. And
we
do it cause death's ain't too fun.
Andy: I didn't know this was a hick movie!
Tracey: Will you shut up!?!
Harold Zidler:I don't mean to gloat, well actually I do. Because at the
Moulin Rouge you'll have fun. Have a little niggle watch a little
wiggle...
Girls: Creole Lady Marmalade. Why are we singing about a woman named
Marmalade.
Harold Z.:Don't question! Outside things may be raining, but in here
it's entertaining! The Moulin Rouge is the place to be!( Does
uncountable
amounts of back hand springs) Can you cancancan? I know you can't can't
can't!
Toulouse: Hey!
Harold Z.: Outside it may be tragic, but in here we feel it magic!
(Zooms
around. We see random girls doing random things.)
Horny Men: Here we are now entertain us, we're so stupid, and
contagious!
Harold Z.: (in a surfer voice) Get away from me, dude. (back 2 normal)
Life's a dark desire, love to play with fire why not let it rip live a
little bit! You can cancan! No you can't can't can't. (excitement ends)
The cancan!
Girls: Oh, great, now we have to do our jobs. Giuchie Guichie ya ya
dotta. Guichie guichie ya ya here. Mocha choca lala dotta. Creole lady
Marmalade.
Christian: Cause it's good for your mind! (SCREAM!)
Harold Z.: (Echoes) Can.
(Lights dim. Confetti falls from the ceiling. Swing comes down
slightly)
Toulouse: It's her, the sparkwing Diamond!
Special Effects Dude: Cool, a person is a diamond!
Argentinean: It's an Alias!
Special Effects Dude: I love that show!
Satie: Shut up!
Christian: (typing) But someone else was to see Satine that night.
Satine: The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting
duels. But I prefer a man who lives...
Christian: (typing) Zidler's investor.
Satine: And gives expensive, jewels.
Christian: (typing) The Duke.
(Zooms in on Duke.)
Duke: I'm too sexy!!
Harold Z.: Save it!
Satine: A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a
girls best friend. A kiss may be grand, but it can't pay the rental on
your humble flat or help feed your... pussy... cat. Men grow cold as
girls grow old, and we all lose our charms in the end. Square cut or
pear-shaped these rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girls
best
friend.
Duke: When will I meet the girl, as I constantly refer her.
Harold Z.: I've arranged a private meeting after her number, just you
and
Mademoiselle Satine, totally alone.
(Next Booth)
Toulouse: I forgot to mention that we successfully evaded Zidwer. After
her number, we've arranged a private meeting, just you an Mademoiselle
Satine, totawy awone.
Christian: Alone?
Zidler and Toulouse: Totally alone.
Satine: Hello, watch me! Cause we are living in a material world, and I
am a material girl. (kisses air) Come and get me boys. Weeee! Come on
Harry Zidler and tell me all about it. There may come a time when a
lass
needs a lawyer, but diamonds are a girls best friend. There may come a
time when a hard time employer thinks...
Harold Z.: You're awful nice.
Satine: Squeak! Is the Duke here Harold?
Harold Z.: Yes!
Satine: Where is he? Why am I asking all these questions?
Harold Z.: It's ok! Anyway, he's the one Toulouse is shaking a hankie
at.
Toulouse: Christian, may I borrow this.( shakes hankie at Christian.)
Satine: Are you sure?
Harold Z.:Let me take a peek. Gasp!
Toulouse: Buzz off you bourgeoise pig! SNORT!
Warner: Hey, don't you talk to my master like that!
Toulouse: You sleep together?
Warner: Am I lactating, I must shoot you!
Toulouse: Sorry!
Satine: Will he invest?
Harold: After spending the night with you, how could he refuse?
Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower, bright and bubbly, or
smouldering temptress?
Harold: I'd say smouldering temptress. Since the MR is going bankrupt,
we're relying on you to screw 'em good, gosling. You'll work on a real
show, with a stage not in a prestigious whore house, and you'll be...,
and you'll be...
Satine: Whoops, a real actress! And that's when those louses go back to
their spouses. Diamonds. Are a. Girls. Best. Friend.(shimmy shimmy
shimmy) I believe you are expecting me!
Christian: Hubbita hubbita hubbita!
Satine: I'm afraid it's ladies choice. Gasp squeak.
Horny Men: Satine Satine Satine,,,
Toulouse: I see you've met my English friend...
Satine: I can take care of it Toulouse, let's dance!
Toulouse: Hit her with your most modern poems!
Argentinean: He has a gift with the woman!
Toulouse: I told you he's a genius.
Satine: I see you've taken an interest in our little show.
Christian: I'd be delighted, if you like what I do of course.
Satine: I'm sure I will.
Christian: Toulouse thought we could do it in private.
Satine: Did he?
Christian: Yes, a private... poetry reading.
Satine: Is that what they call it now? I need to get out more. But, I
do
love a little poetry after supper! Hang on to your hats!
Men: (Throw hats in the air)
Christian: I think the term "hang on" means to not let it go!
Satine: Diamonds...
Harold: Yeah!!
Satine: Diamonds! Square cut or pear shaped these rocks won't lose
their
shape, diamonds. Are a girls best .... gasp!( Scene we see incessantly
throughout the film) (like a southern belle) I feel a little faint.
(falls)
Special Effects dude: Does that mean she's the fainting diamond?
Satie: Will you just shut up?
Harold: You frightened her away. But I can see some jealous Moulin
Rouge
dancers looking for a partner or three. So if you can hunk-hunk,
whatever
the hell that is, you can hunkadola with them!
S.E.D.: No!!
(Back room)
Nini: Now she should be called the fainting diamond! I don't think the
Duke will be getting his money's worth tonight!
Fat Cancan Dancer: Don't be unkind Nini!
Manager: Go back out there and make those men horny,er, thirsty!
Marie: It's just the silly costume and a fainting spell.
Satine: Coughs!
Marie: (places hankie over mouth. Sees blood) Or is it!!!!
~~~~STOP~~~~
Andy: Tracey! It was getting good!
Tracey: I'm thirsty...
Andy: Always willing to please.
Tracey: For a Sprite remix, do you want anything?
Andy: A Sprite remix would be nice!
Me: Wanna tell the people to sit down, and wait?
Andy: Sure! As my super hot girlfriend gets some beverages, please read
other fiction by cancanchicamg. Just click her screen name near the top
of the page!
the
Moulin Rouge and Andy was taking a piss. Will the couple not make-out?
Will Christian read his poetry to Satine? We'll Find out. I only own
Andy
and Tracey. The rest are owned by Baz Luhrman.
*****
Andy: I'm back.
Tracey: Great! Let's try to get through another twenty minutes.
Chapter 2: Appearance of the Ninnies & The Fainting Diamond
~~~~PLAY~~~~
Christian: Harry Zidler's infamous girls, his Diamond Dogs.
Fat Cancan Dancer: Why are we dogs?
Marie: (Unseen) Would you rather be called a cancan dancing ninny?
Nini: Yes?
Marie: (Unseen) Just start!
Girls: Vole voux coucher avec moi, ses wa?
Harold Zidler: Life's an awful bore, where living's just a chore. And
we
do it cause death's ain't too fun.
Andy: I didn't know this was a hick movie!
Tracey: Will you shut up!?!
Harold Zidler:I don't mean to gloat, well actually I do. Because at the
Moulin Rouge you'll have fun. Have a little niggle watch a little
wiggle...
Girls: Creole Lady Marmalade. Why are we singing about a woman named
Marmalade.
Harold Z.:Don't question! Outside things may be raining, but in here
it's entertaining! The Moulin Rouge is the place to be!( Does
uncountable
amounts of back hand springs) Can you cancancan? I know you can't can't
can't!
Toulouse: Hey!
Harold Z.: Outside it may be tragic, but in here we feel it magic!
(Zooms
around. We see random girls doing random things.)
Horny Men: Here we are now entertain us, we're so stupid, and
contagious!
Harold Z.: (in a surfer voice) Get away from me, dude. (back 2 normal)
Life's a dark desire, love to play with fire why not let it rip live a
little bit! You can cancan! No you can't can't can't. (excitement ends)
The cancan!
Girls: Oh, great, now we have to do our jobs. Giuchie Guichie ya ya
dotta. Guichie guichie ya ya here. Mocha choca lala dotta. Creole lady
Marmalade.
Christian: Cause it's good for your mind! (SCREAM!)
Harold Z.: (Echoes) Can.
(Lights dim. Confetti falls from the ceiling. Swing comes down
slightly)
Toulouse: It's her, the sparkwing Diamond!
Special Effects Dude: Cool, a person is a diamond!
Argentinean: It's an Alias!
Special Effects Dude: I love that show!
Satie: Shut up!
Christian: (typing) But someone else was to see Satine that night.
Satine: The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting
duels. But I prefer a man who lives...
Christian: (typing) Zidler's investor.
Satine: And gives expensive, jewels.
Christian: (typing) The Duke.
(Zooms in on Duke.)
Duke: I'm too sexy!!
Harold Z.: Save it!
Satine: A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a
girls best friend. A kiss may be grand, but it can't pay the rental on
your humble flat or help feed your... pussy... cat. Men grow cold as
girls grow old, and we all lose our charms in the end. Square cut or
pear-shaped these rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girls
best
friend.
Duke: When will I meet the girl, as I constantly refer her.
Harold Z.: I've arranged a private meeting after her number, just you
and
Mademoiselle Satine, totally alone.
(Next Booth)
Toulouse: I forgot to mention that we successfully evaded Zidwer. After
her number, we've arranged a private meeting, just you an Mademoiselle
Satine, totawy awone.
Christian: Alone?
Zidler and Toulouse: Totally alone.
Satine: Hello, watch me! Cause we are living in a material world, and I
am a material girl. (kisses air) Come and get me boys. Weeee! Come on
Harry Zidler and tell me all about it. There may come a time when a
lass
needs a lawyer, but diamonds are a girls best friend. There may come a
time when a hard time employer thinks...
Harold Z.: You're awful nice.
Satine: Squeak! Is the Duke here Harold?
Harold Z.: Yes!
Satine: Where is he? Why am I asking all these questions?
Harold Z.: It's ok! Anyway, he's the one Toulouse is shaking a hankie
at.
Toulouse: Christian, may I borrow this.( shakes hankie at Christian.)
Satine: Are you sure?
Harold Z.:Let me take a peek. Gasp!
Toulouse: Buzz off you bourgeoise pig! SNORT!
Warner: Hey, don't you talk to my master like that!
Toulouse: You sleep together?
Warner: Am I lactating, I must shoot you!
Toulouse: Sorry!
Satine: Will he invest?
Harold: After spending the night with you, how could he refuse?
Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower, bright and bubbly, or
smouldering temptress?
Harold: I'd say smouldering temptress. Since the MR is going bankrupt,
we're relying on you to screw 'em good, gosling. You'll work on a real
show, with a stage not in a prestigious whore house, and you'll be...,
and you'll be...
Satine: Whoops, a real actress! And that's when those louses go back to
their spouses. Diamonds. Are a. Girls. Best. Friend.(shimmy shimmy
shimmy) I believe you are expecting me!
Christian: Hubbita hubbita hubbita!
Satine: I'm afraid it's ladies choice. Gasp squeak.
Horny Men: Satine Satine Satine,,,
Toulouse: I see you've met my English friend...
Satine: I can take care of it Toulouse, let's dance!
Toulouse: Hit her with your most modern poems!
Argentinean: He has a gift with the woman!
Toulouse: I told you he's a genius.
Satine: I see you've taken an interest in our little show.
Christian: I'd be delighted, if you like what I do of course.
Satine: I'm sure I will.
Christian: Toulouse thought we could do it in private.
Satine: Did he?
Christian: Yes, a private... poetry reading.
Satine: Is that what they call it now? I need to get out more. But, I
do
love a little poetry after supper! Hang on to your hats!
Men: (Throw hats in the air)
Christian: I think the term "hang on" means to not let it go!
Satine: Diamonds...
Harold: Yeah!!
Satine: Diamonds! Square cut or pear shaped these rocks won't lose
their
shape, diamonds. Are a girls best .... gasp!( Scene we see incessantly
throughout the film) (like a southern belle) I feel a little faint.
(falls)
Special Effects dude: Does that mean she's the fainting diamond?
Satie: Will you just shut up?
Harold: You frightened her away. But I can see some jealous Moulin
Rouge
dancers looking for a partner or three. So if you can hunk-hunk,
whatever
the hell that is, you can hunkadola with them!
S.E.D.: No!!
(Back room)
Nini: Now she should be called the fainting diamond! I don't think the
Duke will be getting his money's worth tonight!
Fat Cancan Dancer: Don't be unkind Nini!
Manager: Go back out there and make those men horny,er, thirsty!
Marie: It's just the silly costume and a fainting spell.
Satine: Coughs!
Marie: (places hankie over mouth. Sees blood) Or is it!!!!
~~~~STOP~~~~
Andy: Tracey! It was getting good!
Tracey: I'm thirsty...
Andy: Always willing to please.
Tracey: For a Sprite remix, do you want anything?
Andy: A Sprite remix would be nice!
Me: Wanna tell the people to sit down, and wait?
Andy: Sure! As my super hot girlfriend gets some beverages, please read
other fiction by cancanchicamg. Just click her screen name near the top
of the page!
