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| Here we are, two failed playwrights in ... uh, what town is this again, and what time is it? | |
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| Austin; 3:16. I really ought to have known better. I'm a doctor, not a choreographer. | |
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| My luck, we had to be performing in the Space Theatre, for you know in Space, no one can hear you scream. | |
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| So that dampens the effects of the sopranos, badda-bang, badda-bing, but what about the lower voices? | |
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| My altos and tenors were singing like parrots nailed to perches and pining for the fjords, but everyone else was nowhere to be found! | |
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| That's because all your basses are belong to us! | |
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