Beef:
I know drug real from real real.
Beef:
Can't you feel the vibes in your own house, man? Bad, sport, real bad. The karma in here is so thick, you need an aqualung to breathe.
Beef:
There really is a phantom. He was just in my shower. He threatened my life. He said his music was for Phoenix. Only she can sing it. Anyone else who tries, dies.
Swan:
If I can't be young forever, I'd rather end it all - now.
Phoenix:
Don't you hear that crowd down there? Why should I give that up?
The Phantom:
They'll want more. They want much more. More than you could ever give.
Phoenix:
I'll give them whatever they want.
Swan:
Phoenix, Swan here. I want you to answer a question for me.
Phoenix:
Yes.
Swan:
What would you give me to sing?
Phoenix:
Anything you want.
Swan:
Anything? Would you give me your voice?
Winslow Leach:
Dream it never ends.
Swan:
[
holding a contract] It's all here. Read it carefully, then sign at the bottom in blood. Messy, I know, but it's the only way to bind. Tradition.
Swan:
Ink isn't worth anything to me, Winslow.
Swan:
An asassination live on television coast to coast - that's entertainment.
The Phantom:
My music is for Phoenix. Only she can sing it. Anyone else who tries, dies.
Swan:
This contract terminates with Swan. No more suicides, Winslow, you gave up your right to rest in peace when you signed this contract.
Winslow Leach:
But I'm innocent. Swan stole my music and FRAMED ME.
Beef:
Look, Philbin, I am a professional. I have been in this business a long time. Now if I don't want to do a show, it's not because I got stage fright. It's because some creature from beyond doesn't want me to do the show. Now gangway.
Beef:
Swan, this was scored for a chick. I'm not doing it in drag.
Beef:
Speed?
Arnold Philbin:
Yeah.
Beef:
What do you know about it? You just pass the stuff out, I take it.
Beef:
You trying to tell me you didn't hear that shriek? That was something trying to get out of its premature grave, and I don't want to be here when it does.
Beef:
Man, you better get yourself a castrato for this, 'cause it's a little out of my range.
Swan:
Get this fag out of here.
Arnold Philbin:
You know what?
Winslow Leach:
What?
Arnold Philbin:
I think the Juicy Fruits are gonna dig it.
Winslow Leach:
The Juicy Fruits?
Arnold Philbin:
I'm not promising anything, kid...
[
Winslow slams Philbin against the wall]
Winslow Leach:
I will not allow my music to be mutilated by those greaseballs!
Arnold Philbin:
Hey, take it easy...
Winslow Leach:
I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SING 'FAUST'!
Winslow Leach:
"All art…"
[
Swan has moved to the other side of the Phantom]
Winslow Leach:
"All articles which have been excluded shall be deemed included." What does that mean?
Swan:
That's a clause to protect you, Winslow.
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