Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show
(Magenta is in her room, attempting to clean up the clutter and smoking a cigarette with a fancy cigarette holder. She looks quite thoughtful in an anxious sort of way.)
(Columbia enters)
Magenta: what is it?
Columbia: um, Frankie says I'm supposed to be sleeping in here.
Magenta: really?
Columbia: yeah.
Magenta: oh. (Pause) Would you like to sit down, for now?
(She gestures towards the floor, which is littered with stuff. Awkwardly, Columbia sits down on a few pillows.)
Columbia: thanks.
Magenta: please don't step on anything nice when you eventually stand up.
Columbia: you're supposed to say 'your welcome'.
Magenta: is that so?
Columbia: yeah.
Magenta: I'll try to remember that. (Looks at the clock) Ye Gods!
(Magenta begins changing into some, er, mildly suggestive sleepwear [sort of 1930s burlesque-ish outfit]. She's behind a door or some piece of furniture so the camera cannot really see her. The girls continue to talk as this happens)
Columbia: what's wrong?
Magenta: nothing that concerns you. Anyway... you can sleep in my bed tonight, Earthling girl. Just don't cause any trouble or wear my clothes or something. I'll be in another room the whole night.
Columbia: and you're trusting me to not cause a problem?
Magenta: I'm betting that you're even less harmful than most Earth-people - the whole place is officially classed as merely "mostly harmless" - and won't have the abilities or imagination to cause much damage in such a short span of time, especially after an eventful and tiring day.
(Now Magenta is finished getting dressed, though still smoking the cigarette somehow.)
Columbia: (in response to Magenta's clothes) I don't even wanna know, do I?
(Rolling her eyes, Magenta leaves the room)
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