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• (Collins) Chestnuts roasting- (Mark and Roger) Collins! (Collins) I’m downstairs. (Mark) Hey! (Collins) Roger picked up the phone? (Mark) No it’s me. (Collins) Throw down the keys. (Mark) A wild night is now preordained. (Collins) I may be detained.

• (Benny) Hohoho! (Mark) Benny! (Roger and Mark) Shit! (Benny) Dudes on my way. (Roger and Mark) Great! Fuck! (Benny) I need the rent! (Mark) What rent? (Benny) This past year’s rent which I let slide. (Mark) Let slide? You said we were golden! (Roger) When you bought the building, (Mark) When we were roommates? Remember? You lived here. (Benny) How could I forget? You, me, Collins, and Maureen. How is the drama queen? (Mark) She’s performing tonight. (Benny and Mark trading off) I know. Still her production manager? Two days ago I was bumped.


You still dating her? Last month I was dumped. (Roger) She’s in love. (Benny) She got a new man? (Mark) Well, no. (Benny) What’s his name? (Mark and Roger) Joanne. (Benny) Rent, my amigos, is due, or I will have to evict you. Be there in a few.

• (All) How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out ’til you’re torn apart. Rent! How do you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray? What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away?

• (Benny) You’ll see boys. You’ll see boys. You’ll see, the beauty of a studio that lets us do our work and get paid. With condos on the top. Whose rent keeps open our shops. Just stop the protest and you’ll have it made. You’ll see… or you’ll pack!

• (Roger)One song, Glory, One song, before I go, Glory, One song to leave behind. Find, One song, One last refrain, Glory, From the pretty boy front man, Who wasted opportunity, One song, he had the world at his feet, Glory, in the eyes of a young girl. A young girl. Find, glory, beyond the cheap colored lights. One song, before the sun sets. Glory, on another empty life, Time flies; time dies! Glory! One blaze of glory, One blaze of glory, Glory! Find glory in a song that rings true, Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame, Find one song, a song about love, Glory, from the soul of a young man, A young man, Find the one song, before the virus take hold, Glory, like a sunset, One song to redeem this, empty life. Time flies, and no need to endure anymore! Time dies!

Angel: It was my lucky day today on Avenue A, when a lady in a limousine drove my way. She said, Darling, be a dear, haven’t slept in a year, I need your help to make my neighbor’s yappy dog disappear! This akita, Evita, just won’t shut up! I believe if you play nonstop, that pup will breathe its very last high-strung breath! I’m certain that cur will bark itself to death!

• Angel: We agreed on a fee, a thousand-dollar guarantee, tax-free—and a bonus, if I trimmed her tree. Now who could foretell that it would go so well? But sure as I am here that dog is now in doggie hell! After an hour, Evita, in all her glory, on the window ledge of that 23 rd story, like Thelma and Louise did when they got the blues, swan dove into the Courtyard of the Gracie Mews.

• In the evening, I’ve got to roam. Can’t sleep in the city of neon and chrome. Feels to damn much like home, where the Spanish babies cry. So let’s find a bar so dark we forget where we are. From all the scars from the nevers and maybes. Die!

• (Roger) Who do you think you are? Barging in on me and my guitar. Little girl, hey! The door is that way! You better go you know the fires out anyway. Take your powder take your candle. You’re a sweet whisper I just can’t handle! And take your hair in the moonlight your brown eyes. Goodbye goodnight!

• (Roger) I should tell you I should tell you. I should tell you I should tell you. I should tell you I should. No! Another time, another place. Our tempretures only rise. There’d be a long embrace. We’d do another dance, i’d be another day. You want to prove me wrong? Come back another day. Another day!

• The heart may freeze, or it can burn. The pain will ease, if I can learn. There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last. There’s only us, there’s only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today.

• Last night I had a dream. I found myself in a desert called Cyberland. It was hot. My canteen had sprung a leak and I was thirsty. Out of the abyss walked a cow — Elsie. I asked if she had anything to drink. She said, I’m forbidden to produce milk. In Cyberland, we only drink… Diet Coke.

• Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes. Here she lies. No one knew her worth; the late great daughter of Mother Earth on these nights ( this night in the Broadway play) when we celebrate the birth in that little town of Bethlehem. We raise our glass, you bet your ass to La Vie Boheme.

• Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Peewee Herman, German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana, to apathy to entropy to empathy, ecstacy, Vaclàv Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC, to no shame never playin’ the fame game…to marijuana! To sodomy, it’s between God and me, to SM. La Vie Boheme.

• TO DANCE! No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection, muscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers, eating disorders! FILM! Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations, dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood, and sleaze! MUSIC! Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, feeling, power, harmony, and heavy competition! ANARCHY! Revolution, justice screaming for solutions, voicing changes, risk and danger, making noise and making pleas!

• You all said you’d be cool today, so please, for my sake! I can’t believe he’s gone; I can’t believe you’re going. I can’t believe this family must die! Angel helped us believe in love. I can’t believe you disagree! I can’t believe this is goodbye.

Roger: Facing your failure, facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie. Yes you live a lie! Tell you why! You’re always preaching not to be numb, but that’s how you thrive. You pretend to create and observe when you really detach from being alive!

• In diapers, report cards, in spoked wheels, in speeding tickets. In contracts, dollars, in funerals in births, in 525,600 minutes, how do you figure a last year on earth? Figure in love, figure in love, figure in love, measure in love. Seasons of love.

• Mark [eulogizing at Angel’s funeral]: Then there was the time he walked up to this group of tourists and they were petrified because A) They were obviously lost, and B) Had probably never spoken to a drag queen before in their lives… and he… -she just offered to escort them out of Alphabet City, and then she let them take a picture with her and then she said she’d help them find the Circle Line.