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Scene 57: The Perverted Nun (Dialog Protection Reel)
Frank Zappa
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I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die. I can
Tell because my pulse is so weak. The pills, I took
So many downers that I know this is the end for me
You poor thing. You want I should fix your hair
For you so you look good when they find you?
Oh, would you?
Sure, what do you want? A ponytail? A flat top with fenders?
I'm gonna die, Janet. I'm going to OD, so make me look good
Listen, the best I can do for you is fix your hair, so why
Don't you get up and wash that melted eye makeup off your face?
Is it smeared? I've been crying so much. It's so damn sad
When you know you'll never see all your friends anymore
Oh, every week it's the same old thing. "You're gonna die, you're
Gonna die, somebody went out on you, somebody doesn't love
You anymore." How long you been a groupie? You should get
Used to romances which are so obviously cheap. Listen, just
In case you crash out and the imaginary rock 'n' roll newspaper
From San Francisco wants to get any pictures of you, you'll
Look like you washed your face. Really, it's better this way
With a clean face. People think groupies are such dirty girls
Wouldn't mind sort of fucking all three of them
Look, over there!
What?
He's doing it. He's watching us from
The fake bandstand with the binoculars
Who, the English nurse?
The rivet boy
The rivet boy? Where?
Over there. Wipe that stuff out of your
Eyes. It looks like he's beating off
"Beating off." I knew he was a pervert
Ooh, how exciting. Hey, are you still trying to OD?
Yes, this definitely is the end for me. I feel so faint and so weak
Ah
Good evening, honey. That was the most
Imaginary collapse I've seen since last week
Janet, do you think she's going to die?
Are you kidding? Did you see her hit the floor?
God, well, it was so obviously cheap. What's the head, honey?
I'm gonna die. This time it's real
Listen, Lucy, we gotta get ready for our big dance
Number. We're going to the fake nightclub tonight
Everything's getting dim, I can't
Why don't you tell her a story while you put your makeup on? Evenings
Listen, toots, I'm gonna make up a nice little fairy tale for you
Oh, the pills, the Mandrax, I took so many of them
I'll tell you part of the story and then you make up another part
That goes along with it. Once upon a time, there was a tall
Handsome, muscular—dwarf—with a very special—Swedish apparatus
That him and his friends would use in conjunction with—bold new
Surgical experiments—involving—a bludgeon, a bottle of champagne
And a—microwave oven—from a—jumbo jet, one of the big jobs leased
From Air Rangoon—which when used correctly—can effectively
Increase the dimensions—and firepower of your—dick—to the point
Where—in some instances, it should be classified as a lethal weapon