Rhonda: (stage whisper)
Harry, this is not Dreamgirls!
Harry: (stage whisper)
They told me it had c-c-colored folk in it, Rhonda, and that's always a sure sign of good, solid, musical entertainment! How was I supposed to know they'd be this ugly?
Rhonda:
They pissed on us, harry! they fuckin' pissed on us! look at my fox!
Harry:
I know, dear...but they pissed on me too...he did say they were incontinent!
Rhonda:
Just smell this! I think we should get out of here before they do something else to us!
Harry:
Leave? Now? At these ticket prices? Just hold your horses! And it probably wasn't real piss, only theater piss! They probably have a formula. Some special stuff. Comes out right out of the fur with woolite
Rhonda:
What's happened to broadway, Harry? Used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be rushing down the plain or a fairy on a string would go over the audience...but now Harry I ask you: is this entertainment?
Harry:
You're absolutely correct, dear! So far we haven't seen a single good-looking pair of legs...a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit ...no firm, rounded breasts! This show is a disaster, Rhonda, a complete and utter disaster!
Thing-fish:
Mmmm! say dere...hey! umm-hmm! thass right! hey you! you two ugly white folks...over heahhh!
Harry, this is not Dreamgirls!
Harry: (stage whisper)
They told me it had c-c-colored folk in it, Rhonda, and that's always a sure sign of good, solid, musical entertainment! How was I supposed to know they'd be this ugly?
Rhonda:
They pissed on us, harry! they fuckin' pissed on us! look at my fox!
Harry:
I know, dear...but they pissed on me too...he did say they were incontinent!
Rhonda:
Just smell this! I think we should get out of here before they do something else to us!
Harry:
Leave? Now? At these ticket prices? Just hold your horses! And it probably wasn't real piss, only theater piss! They probably have a formula. Some special stuff. Comes out right out of the fur with woolite
Rhonda:
What's happened to broadway, Harry? Used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be rushing down the plain or a fairy on a string would go over the audience...but now Harry I ask you: is this entertainment?
Harry:
You're absolutely correct, dear! So far we haven't seen a single good-looking pair of legs...a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit ...no firm, rounded breasts! This show is a disaster, Rhonda, a complete and utter disaster!
Thing-fish:
Mmmm! say dere...hey! umm-hmm! thass right! hey you! you two ugly white folks...over heahhh!
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