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Flavour, Schmavour, Janet and The Hot Pie Song
I've baked the pastery, it should be all you need.
You're as good a cook, as a pencil.
Wound up like egg that's scrambled.
When we made it, did you hear the timer ring?
You got a oven, well take my advice.
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss.
The transoven ya will seduce ya.
Janet: My beater! I can't move my beater!
Dr. Scott: My spatula! My God, I can't move my spatula.
Brad: It's as if our utensils are glued to the spot!
Frank: They are! So quake with fear you tiny waiters!
Janet: Oh, we're trapped!
Frank: It's something you'll get used to. A mental mind pie can be nice!
Dr. Scott: You won't find earth people quite the bad cooks you imagined. This sonic transoven, it is I suppose some kind of audio vibratory physio molecular cooking device?
Brad: You mean?
Dr. Scott: Yes Brad, it's something we ourselves have been working on for quite some time but it seems our friend here has found a means of perfecting it. A device, which is capable of breaking down solid pie matter and then projecting it threw pastery and who know, perhaps even flavour itself.
Janet: You mean he's going to turn our pies into a different flavour?
Frank: Flavour Schmavour Janet!
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss.
You'd better wise up, built your pies up.
You'd better wise up.
Criminologist: And then she cried out!
Janet: Stop!
Frank: Don't get hot and burnt! Use a bit of custard!
Dr. Scott: You're a pie but you'd better not try to eat her, Frank Furter.
Janet: You're a hot pie--