Peachy keen, jellybean.
What’s the story, Morning Glory?
Yes, I am in CATS. Now and forever. The way I see it, I was too young for Chorus Line, and too “happy” for Les Mis. I never did get that show. It’s about a guy, who steals a loaf of bread, and then suffers for the rest of his life. For toast! Get over it.
How do you tell how good bread is without tasting it? Not the look, not the smell, but the sound of the crust. Listen.
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get is gru…el!
Ev’ry day we say our prayer –
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gru…el!
There’s not a crust, not a crumb can we find,
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge,
But there’s nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imag…ine
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we’re in the mood –
Cold jelly and custard!
Peas, pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys –
In-di-gestion!
I hear the turkey’s fresh at Bunch of Grapes.
And you know what they call a… a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Mozart!
This is my art, and it is dangerous!
Any of you lot put a man in the cupboard?
You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!
Permission to speak freely, sir?
Mr. Cartwright, with all due respect to your rank, may I say I think you’re an ass?
Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass. But masters, remember that I am an ass: though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
Oh, baby, back that ass up!
Don’t let your mouth get your ass in trouble.
Anything you put in my mouth you’re gonna lose.
I’m the Tooth Fairy.
I am the Dragon. And you call me insane. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. To me, you are a slug in the sun. You are an ant in the afterbirth. It is your nature to do one thing correctly. Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe.
You think that I’m some guinea, fresh off the boat, and you can kick me! But I’m too big for that now. I’m sick a’ takin the scrap from you, Leo. I’m a’ of marching into this goddamn office to kiss your Irish ass. And I’M SICK A’ THE HIGH HAT!