When we left our bohos and couple, they were about to have a "poetry
reading". And Tracey went to get some beverages. I do not own Moulin
Rouge!!
*****
Tracey: Here's your drink.
Andy: Thank you babe!
Tracey: Let's start it up!!
~~~~PLAY~~~~
Chapter Three: Mistaken Identity, Too Much Spinning, & S. S. plot.
(People Doing the Hunkadola)
Marie: *like a valley girl*That twinkle-toes Duke is really taking the
bait, girl.
Satine: *Equally Stupid Voice*: He he, like, gag me with a spoon!
Marie: (pulls string) Enough of that. With a patron like him, you could
be the next Sarah Bernhardt.
Satine: Oh, Marie, you honestly think I'm that good?
Marie: (pulls string) Yup!
Satine: I'm going to be a real actress, Marie.
Andy: Hate to break it to ya Nicole, you already are an actress!
Satine: It's a movie!! I'm going to fly away from hear. (Starts talking
to bird) Yes you little birdie, I'm going to fly away... Why the hell
am
I telling a bird about my problems??
Marie: I don't know, why are you? (pulls string)
Harold: Duckling! Is everything all right?
Satine: Of course, Harold. You think I would be putting on makeup for
no
reason. (turns around) How do I look?
Harold: * In A Voice That Sounds Like He Got Kicked in the Balls* EEK!
Satine: Smouldering Temptress!
Harold: My little Strawberry, how can he resist from gobbling you up?
Everything is going so well!
(Scene changes to the elephant, where Christian is just standing there)
Satine: This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading, don't you
think?
Christian: Well, actually (turns around) Yeah, great place for a poetry
reading.
Satine: Poetic. Enough. For you?
Christian: Yes. Black corset....
Satine: Would you like a little supper? (picks up champagne)
Christian: I'd rather just get it over and done with.
Satine:(Drops champagne. It breaks into a gazillion bite-size pieces)
Oh.
Then why don't you come down here, and we can get it over and done
with!
Christian: Aren't you going to pick up the gazillion bite-size pieces
of
glass?
Satine: Do I look like a maid?
Christian: I'd rather do it standing.
Satine: Clean up the glass?
Christian: No, my poetry.
Satine: Oh..
Christian: You don't have to stand up. Sometimes it can be quite long,
and I'd like you to be comfortable.
Satine: 8)
Christian: It's quite modern what I do, and if your open, I'm sure
you'll
enjoy it.
Satine: I'm sure I will love your sex.
Christian: Is that what they call it? I need to get out more The sky
is.
Satine: Moans and groans.
Christian: Blue birds (turns) Come on. Oh riki tiki tiki tiki! Oh, how
I
love my poetry.
Satine: Is everything all right.
Christian: I'm just a bit nervous. I'm not inspired.
Satine: Oh yes yes yes yes, let mummy help hum...(grabs his groin) Does
that inspire you? Let's make love!
Christian: Make love?
Satine: You want to don't you? Oh, come on. Free the tiger. Growl
growl.
(rips open pants) Oh, big boy.
Toulouse: He's got a huge talent!!
Satine: I need your poetry, now!!
Christian: It's a little bit funny...
Satine: What?
Christian: This feeling inside...
Satine: :@
Christian: I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is this what you
want?
Satine: Oh yes, not actions naughty words. (randomly groans throughout
entire poem I'm not going to bother trying to write out)
Christian:(singing) My gift is my song
Paris: Holy...
Christian: And this one's for you. And you can tell everybody, that
this
is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that it's done. I hope
you
don't mind, I hope you don't mind.. that I put down in words...
Satine: Is it too late to say I mind??
Christian: How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. I sat on the
roof, and I kicked off to Mars...
Satine: I thought you kicked off the moss?
Christian: But I want to go to Mars!
Satine: It doesn't rhyme with cross...
Christian: And I kicked off the moss, well some of these verses well
they... they got me quite cross.
Satine: Then why did you write them?
Christian: I'm trying to romantically serenade you, will you shush?
Well
the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song. It's for people like you
that keep it turned on. So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do.
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!
Satine: What is green or blue?
Christian: I'll stop singing if you say one more word! You see well the
thing is, what I really mean. Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever
seen. (begins to spin her in a circle. Scene is now outside) And you
can
tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that
it's done.
Satine: (spins about ten times to get to Christian)
Christian: I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind, that I put down
in words. How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. ( Starts
spinning her again, then picks her up-still spinning)
Toulouse: I think he got the job!
Christian: World.......
Satine: I don't believe it! I'm in love! I'm in love with a young,
handsome, talented duke.
Christian: Duke?
Satine: The title is a load of crap though.
Christian: I'm not a duke.
Satine: Not a duke?
Christian: I believe I already said that! Can I put you down now?
Satine: What are you then?
Christian: A young, handsome, talented writer!
Satine: WRITER!
Christian: Toulouse said.....
Satine: Oh no, you're not another one of Toulouse's incredibly talented
proteges?
Christian: You might say that!
Satine: Oh no! I'm going to kill him!
Toulouse: There might be a slight hitch!
Satine: What about the duke? (opens door)
Harold: Ah, duke!
Satine: (Slams door) The Duke!!!
Christian: The Duke?
Satine: Hide. Out the back!
Harold: Satine, are you decent for the Duke? Where were you?
Satine: I was waiting.
Duke: For lil ol me?
Satine: Uh...
Harold: May I present Mademoiselle Satine.
Satine: Monsieur, it is kind of you to take time out of your busy
schedule to come see us.
Duke: Who said I came for Zidler? oops, I mean I fear the pleasure is
all
mine.
Harold: I'll let you two squirrels get acquainted.
Duke: Zidler, your supposed to leave.
Harold: Right, ta-ta (leaves)
Duke :A kiss on the hand may be quite continental...
Satine: But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Duke: (hands her hat and pimp cane)
Satine: Whoof!
Duke: Whoop? Well, after tonights hot, sultry, sensual...
Satine: On with it!
Duke: Exertions on the stage, you must be in need of refreshment (turns
to get champagne)
Satine: Don't you...just... love the view?
Duke: Charming. Now would you like a..
Satine: Whoop! I feel like dancing. *mutters* Great, more spinning!
(Dances like a fool)
Christian: (looks at her like she's "Sarah")
Sound Effect; Crash!
Satine: Don't ! It's a little bit funny...
Duke: What?
Satine: This...
Christian: (whispers) Yearning for sex...
Satine: Feeling.....
Christian: *whispering* below the waistline!
Satine: Inside. I'm not one of those who can easily...
Christian: *whispers* Remains a virgin.
Satine: Hide.
Sound Effect: Hehe- CRASH!
Duke: (looks behind him. He SPINS)
Satine:(throws herself at his feet.) I don't have much money, but if I
did , oh I'd buy a big house where we both could live. (opens Duke's
legs) *whispers* go out the back. I hope you don't mind, I hope you
don't
mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is now you're in the
world.
Duke: (Eyes pull a shing shing sparkle sparkle) That's very
b-e-a-utiful!!
Satine: It's from Spectacular, Spectacular. With you here, I finally
understand the true meaning of those words: how wonderful life is now
you're in the world.
Christian: (Opens door. GasP! There's Warner)
Duke: And what meaning is that?
Sound Effect: CRash!!!!!
Satine: NO! Duke, don't toy with my emotions! You must know the effect
you have on women. *in thought* you scare them with your heinous
mustache! *speaking* Let's make love!!!
Duke: Yeah!!!
Satine: I knew you felt the same!! *whispers* get out he's going to
kill
you! *speaking* We should wait.
Duke: But why?
Satine: There's a sheer ugliness in you that scares me. You must leave!
Duke: I just got here!
Satine: I got to go, bye! (shoves Duke out door) Do you have any idea
what would've happened if you were found. (Faints)
Christian: (Catches her) Oh my golly golly gosh! Satine! I'll put you
in
bed! (Puts Satine in bed, with much difficulty, thus landing on top of
her.)
Duke: (Opens door) I forgot my h... Foul PLAY!
Christian: This isn't hockey! No.. she.. I
Duke: It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside?
Satine: Oh Duke. Beautifully spoken. Let me introduce you, the writer.
Duke : The writer?
Satine: Yes, we were rehearsing.
Duke: What kind of fool do you take me for?
Christian:...
Duke: Don't answer that. You expect me to believe scantily clad, in the
arms of another man, in the middle of the night, you were rehearsing.
Toulouse: How's the rehearsal going? Should we take it from the top?
Satie: I hope the piano's in tune.
SED :Can I offer you a drink?
Duke: Finally! I've been hinting at one all night!!
Harold: OH mi goodness!
Satine: You see, you filled me with such inspiration, that I called an
emergency rehearsal.
Duke: If you're rehearsing, where's Zidler?
Satine: Uh, don't want to bother Harold?
Harold: (Bursts through door) Duke, I'm most terribly sorry.
Duke: It's ok, we can't all be prompt!
Harold: Huh?
Satine: It's all right, he knows all about the emergency rehearsal?
Harold: Emergency rehearsal? *in thought* if I just keep smiling,
they'll
have no idea I have no idea what is going on.
Satine: To incorporate the Duke's artistic ideas.
Harold: I'm sure Audrey will be only too delighted...
Toulouse: Audrey went bye bye!
Harold:What?!?!?
Satine: Harold, the cat's out of the bag. The duke is already a fan of
our new writers work. And that's why he's so keen to invest.
Harold: Invest? Invest! Oh yes invest! You couldn't blame me for trying
to hide our writer.
Duke: Does he have a name.
Christian: Hello, I'm Christian! I'm three and a half years old!
Harold: My dear Duke, let's peruse the paper work in my office.
Duke: What's the story?
Harold: The story?
Duke: If you want to trick me into investing, I need to know the story.
Harold: Well, the story's about... Toulouse.
Toulouse: The story's about me?
Duke: I'm leaving!
Toulouse: JK! The story's about.. uh...
Christian: It's about love!
Duke: Love?
Christian: It's about love, overcoming all obstacles!
Toulouse: And it's set in Switzerwand!!
Duke: Switzerland?
Harold: Exotic Switzerland?
Christian: Exotic Switzerland? It's set in India you idiots! And
there's
a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in all the world. But her
kingdom's invaded by an evil Duke, er, maharajah! And to save her
kingdom.....
Satie: Courtesan's have kingdoms?
Christian: She has to sleep with the evil maharajah. And on the night
of
the seduction, she mistakes a penniless, penni- penniless sitar player
for the maharajah. He wasn't trying to trick her or anyh=thing, but he
was dressed like a freakahajah, because he's appearing in a play!
Argentinean: I will play the penniless tango-dancing sitar player. He
sings like an angel, but dance like the devil!
Duke: O...k. What happens next?
Christian: The Sitar player and the courtesan have to hide their love
from the evil maharajah.
Satie: And the sitar player's sitar is magical, it can only speak the
truth.
Toulouse: And I will play the magical sitar!! blingie blingie blingie!
You are hot! sizzle! blingie blingie blingie, you are uglier than
"Sarah", and you are.
All but duke:NO!
Duke: And he tells the maharajah what be goin on!
Harold: Tell him about the cancan.
Christian: The tantric cancan is...
Harold: A lot of adjectives that the production embodies! It will be
tremoundous stupendous a gargantuan bedazzlement a sensual ravishment
it
will be...
Satie: Glissando!
Harold: Spectacular Spectacusl, no words are the vernacular, can
describe
this great event, you'll be dumb with wonderment! RETURNS ARE FIXED AT
10%, you must agree that's excellent! And on top of your fees.
Company-not Duke: You'll be involved artistically. So exciting the
audience will sleep and snore. So delighting we will run it fifty more!
So exciting the audience wil sleep and snore. So delighting, we will
run
it fifty more.
SED: Arabians.
Satine: Courtesans.
Argentinean: Acrobats.
Satie: Juggling bears.
Toulouse: Exotic women.
Company-except Duke: Fire eaters! Musclemen contourtaianists. Intrigue,
danger, and romance. Electric lights machinery and all that electricty!
So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting it will
run
for fifty years1 So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer so
delighting it will run for fifty years! Spectacular spectacular no word
are no vernacular can describe this great event you'll be dumb with
wonderment!
Satie: Ding ding dong!
Company-ed: The hills aer alive with the sound of music! So exciting
the
audience will stomp and cheer so delighting it will run for fifty
years.
So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer, so delighting it will
run
for fifty years!
Duke: What happens in the end!
Christian: The coutesan and sitar man are pulled apart by an evil pla.
Satine: But in she hears his song! *in thought* how do I come up with
these words?
Christian: And their love is just too strong.
Duke: It's a little bit funny. This feeling inside!!!
Company-ed: So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer so
delighting
it will run for fifty years!
Christian: The sitar player's secret song, helps to flee the evil one.
Th
ought the tyrant rants and rails, it is all to no avail!
Harold: I am the evil maharajah, you will not escape!
Satine: Oh, Harold, no one could play him like you could.
Harold: Yes, I am evil. And no one will!
Compand-ed: So exciting we'll make the, laugh and make them cry! So
delighting...
Duke: And in the end, should someone die?
Satine: Way to spoil the ending, Richard!!!
Company-ed: So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer so delighting
it will run for fifty years!
Duke: Generally I like it!
Toulouse: He likes our song!
Duke: The play!!
Toulouse: Oh yeah, YAY!!!
~~~~Stop~~~~
Andy: Why are we stopping it now?
Tracey: Mere needs a break!
Andy: Fine!
Me: GRR!
Andy: See you in a chapter-hehe!
~~~~
REVIEW!
reading". And Tracey went to get some beverages. I do not own Moulin
Rouge!!
*****
Tracey: Here's your drink.
Andy: Thank you babe!
Tracey: Let's start it up!!
~~~~PLAY~~~~
Chapter Three: Mistaken Identity, Too Much Spinning, & S. S. plot.
(People Doing the Hunkadola)
Marie: *like a valley girl*That twinkle-toes Duke is really taking the
bait, girl.
Satine: *Equally Stupid Voice*: He he, like, gag me with a spoon!
Marie: (pulls string) Enough of that. With a patron like him, you could
be the next Sarah Bernhardt.
Satine: Oh, Marie, you honestly think I'm that good?
Marie: (pulls string) Yup!
Satine: I'm going to be a real actress, Marie.
Andy: Hate to break it to ya Nicole, you already are an actress!
Satine: It's a movie!! I'm going to fly away from hear. (Starts talking
to bird) Yes you little birdie, I'm going to fly away... Why the hell
am
I telling a bird about my problems??
Marie: I don't know, why are you? (pulls string)
Harold: Duckling! Is everything all right?
Satine: Of course, Harold. You think I would be putting on makeup for
no
reason. (turns around) How do I look?
Harold: * In A Voice That Sounds Like He Got Kicked in the Balls* EEK!
Satine: Smouldering Temptress!
Harold: My little Strawberry, how can he resist from gobbling you up?
Everything is going so well!
(Scene changes to the elephant, where Christian is just standing there)
Satine: This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading, don't you
think?
Christian: Well, actually (turns around) Yeah, great place for a poetry
reading.
Satine: Poetic. Enough. For you?
Christian: Yes. Black corset....
Satine: Would you like a little supper? (picks up champagne)
Christian: I'd rather just get it over and done with.
Satine:(Drops champagne. It breaks into a gazillion bite-size pieces)
Oh.
Then why don't you come down here, and we can get it over and done
with!
Christian: Aren't you going to pick up the gazillion bite-size pieces
of
glass?
Satine: Do I look like a maid?
Christian: I'd rather do it standing.
Satine: Clean up the glass?
Christian: No, my poetry.
Satine: Oh..
Christian: You don't have to stand up. Sometimes it can be quite long,
and I'd like you to be comfortable.
Satine: 8)
Christian: It's quite modern what I do, and if your open, I'm sure
you'll
enjoy it.
Satine: I'm sure I will love your sex.
Christian: Is that what they call it? I need to get out more The sky
is.
Satine: Moans and groans.
Christian: Blue birds (turns) Come on. Oh riki tiki tiki tiki! Oh, how
I
love my poetry.
Satine: Is everything all right.
Christian: I'm just a bit nervous. I'm not inspired.
Satine: Oh yes yes yes yes, let mummy help hum...(grabs his groin) Does
that inspire you? Let's make love!
Christian: Make love?
Satine: You want to don't you? Oh, come on. Free the tiger. Growl
growl.
(rips open pants) Oh, big boy.
Toulouse: He's got a huge talent!!
Satine: I need your poetry, now!!
Christian: It's a little bit funny...
Satine: What?
Christian: This feeling inside...
Satine: :@
Christian: I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is this what you
want?
Satine: Oh yes, not actions naughty words. (randomly groans throughout
entire poem I'm not going to bother trying to write out)
Christian:(singing) My gift is my song
Paris: Holy...
Christian: And this one's for you. And you can tell everybody, that
this
is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that it's done. I hope
you
don't mind, I hope you don't mind.. that I put down in words...
Satine: Is it too late to say I mind??
Christian: How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. I sat on the
roof, and I kicked off to Mars...
Satine: I thought you kicked off the moss?
Christian: But I want to go to Mars!
Satine: It doesn't rhyme with cross...
Christian: And I kicked off the moss, well some of these verses well
they... they got me quite cross.
Satine: Then why did you write them?
Christian: I'm trying to romantically serenade you, will you shush?
Well
the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song. It's for people like you
that keep it turned on. So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do.
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!
Satine: What is green or blue?
Christian: I'll stop singing if you say one more word! You see well the
thing is, what I really mean. Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever
seen. (begins to spin her in a circle. Scene is now outside) And you
can
tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that
it's done.
Satine: (spins about ten times to get to Christian)
Christian: I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind, that I put down
in words. How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. ( Starts
spinning her again, then picks her up-still spinning)
Toulouse: I think he got the job!
Christian: World.......
Satine: I don't believe it! I'm in love! I'm in love with a young,
handsome, talented duke.
Christian: Duke?
Satine: The title is a load of crap though.
Christian: I'm not a duke.
Satine: Not a duke?
Christian: I believe I already said that! Can I put you down now?
Satine: What are you then?
Christian: A young, handsome, talented writer!
Satine: WRITER!
Christian: Toulouse said.....
Satine: Oh no, you're not another one of Toulouse's incredibly talented
proteges?
Christian: You might say that!
Satine: Oh no! I'm going to kill him!
Toulouse: There might be a slight hitch!
Satine: What about the duke? (opens door)
Harold: Ah, duke!
Satine: (Slams door) The Duke!!!
Christian: The Duke?
Satine: Hide. Out the back!
Harold: Satine, are you decent for the Duke? Where were you?
Satine: I was waiting.
Duke: For lil ol me?
Satine: Uh...
Harold: May I present Mademoiselle Satine.
Satine: Monsieur, it is kind of you to take time out of your busy
schedule to come see us.
Duke: Who said I came for Zidler? oops, I mean I fear the pleasure is
all
mine.
Harold: I'll let you two squirrels get acquainted.
Duke: Zidler, your supposed to leave.
Harold: Right, ta-ta (leaves)
Duke :A kiss on the hand may be quite continental...
Satine: But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Duke: (hands her hat and pimp cane)
Satine: Whoof!
Duke: Whoop? Well, after tonights hot, sultry, sensual...
Satine: On with it!
Duke: Exertions on the stage, you must be in need of refreshment (turns
to get champagne)
Satine: Don't you...just... love the view?
Duke: Charming. Now would you like a..
Satine: Whoop! I feel like dancing. *mutters* Great, more spinning!
(Dances like a fool)
Christian: (looks at her like she's "Sarah")
Sound Effect; Crash!
Satine: Don't ! It's a little bit funny...
Duke: What?
Satine: This...
Christian: (whispers) Yearning for sex...
Satine: Feeling.....
Christian: *whispering* below the waistline!
Satine: Inside. I'm not one of those who can easily...
Christian: *whispers* Remains a virgin.
Satine: Hide.
Sound Effect: Hehe- CRASH!
Duke: (looks behind him. He SPINS)
Satine:(throws herself at his feet.) I don't have much money, but if I
did , oh I'd buy a big house where we both could live. (opens Duke's
legs) *whispers* go out the back. I hope you don't mind, I hope you
don't
mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is now you're in the
world.
Duke: (Eyes pull a shing shing sparkle sparkle) That's very
b-e-a-utiful!!
Satine: It's from Spectacular, Spectacular. With you here, I finally
understand the true meaning of those words: how wonderful life is now
you're in the world.
Christian: (Opens door. GasP! There's Warner)
Duke: And what meaning is that?
Sound Effect: CRash!!!!!
Satine: NO! Duke, don't toy with my emotions! You must know the effect
you have on women. *in thought* you scare them with your heinous
mustache! *speaking* Let's make love!!!
Duke: Yeah!!!
Satine: I knew you felt the same!! *whispers* get out he's going to
kill
you! *speaking* We should wait.
Duke: But why?
Satine: There's a sheer ugliness in you that scares me. You must leave!
Duke: I just got here!
Satine: I got to go, bye! (shoves Duke out door) Do you have any idea
what would've happened if you were found. (Faints)
Christian: (Catches her) Oh my golly golly gosh! Satine! I'll put you
in
bed! (Puts Satine in bed, with much difficulty, thus landing on top of
her.)
Duke: (Opens door) I forgot my h... Foul PLAY!
Christian: This isn't hockey! No.. she.. I
Duke: It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside?
Satine: Oh Duke. Beautifully spoken. Let me introduce you, the writer.
Duke : The writer?
Satine: Yes, we were rehearsing.
Duke: What kind of fool do you take me for?
Christian:...
Duke: Don't answer that. You expect me to believe scantily clad, in the
arms of another man, in the middle of the night, you were rehearsing.
Toulouse: How's the rehearsal going? Should we take it from the top?
Satie: I hope the piano's in tune.
SED :Can I offer you a drink?
Duke: Finally! I've been hinting at one all night!!
Harold: OH mi goodness!
Satine: You see, you filled me with such inspiration, that I called an
emergency rehearsal.
Duke: If you're rehearsing, where's Zidler?
Satine: Uh, don't want to bother Harold?
Harold: (Bursts through door) Duke, I'm most terribly sorry.
Duke: It's ok, we can't all be prompt!
Harold: Huh?
Satine: It's all right, he knows all about the emergency rehearsal?
Harold: Emergency rehearsal? *in thought* if I just keep smiling,
they'll
have no idea I have no idea what is going on.
Satine: To incorporate the Duke's artistic ideas.
Harold: I'm sure Audrey will be only too delighted...
Toulouse: Audrey went bye bye!
Harold:What?!?!?
Satine: Harold, the cat's out of the bag. The duke is already a fan of
our new writers work. And that's why he's so keen to invest.
Harold: Invest? Invest! Oh yes invest! You couldn't blame me for trying
to hide our writer.
Duke: Does he have a name.
Christian: Hello, I'm Christian! I'm three and a half years old!
Harold: My dear Duke, let's peruse the paper work in my office.
Duke: What's the story?
Harold: The story?
Duke: If you want to trick me into investing, I need to know the story.
Harold: Well, the story's about... Toulouse.
Toulouse: The story's about me?
Duke: I'm leaving!
Toulouse: JK! The story's about.. uh...
Christian: It's about love!
Duke: Love?
Christian: It's about love, overcoming all obstacles!
Toulouse: And it's set in Switzerwand!!
Duke: Switzerland?
Harold: Exotic Switzerland?
Christian: Exotic Switzerland? It's set in India you idiots! And
there's
a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in all the world. But her
kingdom's invaded by an evil Duke, er, maharajah! And to save her
kingdom.....
Satie: Courtesan's have kingdoms?
Christian: She has to sleep with the evil maharajah. And on the night
of
the seduction, she mistakes a penniless, penni- penniless sitar player
for the maharajah. He wasn't trying to trick her or anyh=thing, but he
was dressed like a freakahajah, because he's appearing in a play!
Argentinean: I will play the penniless tango-dancing sitar player. He
sings like an angel, but dance like the devil!
Duke: O...k. What happens next?
Christian: The Sitar player and the courtesan have to hide their love
from the evil maharajah.
Satie: And the sitar player's sitar is magical, it can only speak the
truth.
Toulouse: And I will play the magical sitar!! blingie blingie blingie!
You are hot! sizzle! blingie blingie blingie, you are uglier than
"Sarah", and you are.
All but duke:NO!
Duke: And he tells the maharajah what be goin on!
Harold: Tell him about the cancan.
Christian: The tantric cancan is...
Harold: A lot of adjectives that the production embodies! It will be
tremoundous stupendous a gargantuan bedazzlement a sensual ravishment
it
will be...
Satie: Glissando!
Harold: Spectacular Spectacusl, no words are the vernacular, can
describe
this great event, you'll be dumb with wonderment! RETURNS ARE FIXED AT
10%, you must agree that's excellent! And on top of your fees.
Company-not Duke: You'll be involved artistically. So exciting the
audience will sleep and snore. So delighting we will run it fifty more!
So exciting the audience wil sleep and snore. So delighting, we will
run
it fifty more.
SED: Arabians.
Satine: Courtesans.
Argentinean: Acrobats.
Satie: Juggling bears.
Toulouse: Exotic women.
Company-except Duke: Fire eaters! Musclemen contourtaianists. Intrigue,
danger, and romance. Electric lights machinery and all that electricty!
So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting it will
run
for fifty years1 So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer so
delighting it will run for fifty years! Spectacular spectacular no word
are no vernacular can describe this great event you'll be dumb with
wonderment!
Satie: Ding ding dong!
Company-ed: The hills aer alive with the sound of music! So exciting
the
audience will stomp and cheer so delighting it will run for fifty
years.
So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer, so delighting it will
run
for fifty years!
Duke: What happens in the end!
Christian: The coutesan and sitar man are pulled apart by an evil pla.
Satine: But in she hears his song! *in thought* how do I come up with
these words?
Christian: And their love is just too strong.
Duke: It's a little bit funny. This feeling inside!!!
Company-ed: So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer so
delighting
it will run for fifty years!
Christian: The sitar player's secret song, helps to flee the evil one.
Th
ought the tyrant rants and rails, it is all to no avail!
Harold: I am the evil maharajah, you will not escape!
Satine: Oh, Harold, no one could play him like you could.
Harold: Yes, I am evil. And no one will!
Compand-ed: So exciting we'll make the, laugh and make them cry! So
delighting...
Duke: And in the end, should someone die?
Satine: Way to spoil the ending, Richard!!!
Company-ed: So exciting the audience will stomp and cheer so delighting
it will run for fifty years!
Duke: Generally I like it!
Toulouse: He likes our song!
Duke: The play!!
Toulouse: Oh yeah, YAY!!!
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Andy: Why are we stopping it now?
Tracey: Mere needs a break!
Andy: Fine!
Me: GRR!
Andy: See you in a chapter-hehe!
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