| Harry:
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| Rhonda, that evil prince… he certainly does have a way about him!
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| Rhonda:
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| At least he didnt piss on my fox… and he has real broadway stars for personal
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| acquaintances!
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| Harry:
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| Theyre all dead, dear… zombies, I believe… the walking dead…
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| jack palance did a show on them once.
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| The evil prince reaches into the bowels of the ravaged experimental pig and
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| gorges himself on the raw entrails, tossing scraps to the broadway zombies.
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| Rhonda:
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| Oh my god! |
| look what hes doing with that stuff from inside the pig! |
| yuck!
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| thats disgusting! |
| are you sure this guy is a prince?
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| Harry:
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| Hes an evil prince, dear… and part-time theater critic! |
| they dont make a heck-of-a-lot of money, yknow! |
| we should probably feel sorry for him.
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| you have to admit, those are some of the least
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| Sive cuts of pork.
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| Thing-fish:
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| Dont you white folks know nothin? |
| dat cock-sucker not only mean n dangerous,
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| he ignint in regards to de prepratium o food-stuffs! |
| even in san quentim I never seen nobody eat a raw chitlin!
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| Uthafucker be crazy! |
| an when dat gobbige make its way thoo de digestium process,
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| you bes be hopin you on yo way outa heahh! |
| next item de boy be inventin come
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| under de headin o industrial
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| Utium!
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| Harry:
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| Just what are these… chitlins?
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| Thing-fish:
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| Dat dere Id perhaps de questium most frequently posed by members of yo species!
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| Ill jes gets de mammys thep me relucidate dis bafflin concept wit another
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| thrillin numbuh! |
| straighten up in Hair and pay attentium! |
| people, dis is fo yo own good! |
| do you know what you are?
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| Sister anne de devine and sister ghenghis-adonis-osmosis cl&electrodes on harry
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| &rhonda. |
| the other sisters re-enter with a pair of stuffed dummies,
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| used to illustrate the song text in a Re sort of bun-raku first-aid demonstration. |