Script Rehearsal Trim
Ian:
"See you guys later."
Howard:
"Where you going, man?"
Ian:
"I have to conduct the next orchestra section . . ."
Howard:
Wow, man, the slightest . . .
Ian:
"With Motorhead and the Industrial Vacuum Cleaner and the hot nun debris and so forth."
Howard:
"Nun debris? Where's she at?" Where is—
Group:
[laughs]
Howard:
I'm sorry, man. I've got it on the mind.
Group:
[laughs]
Howard:
"Where is he at? What's this stuff mean in this movie?"
Jeff:
"He's out of his fuckin' mind."
Ian:
"I'll see you guys later."
Aynsley:
"I'm going too, lads."
Howard:
"Where are you going?"
Aynsley:
"I'm going to try out my new binoculars."
Mark:
"What do you mean, man? You look through the binoculars and beat your meat to it or what?"
Group:
[laughs]
Aynsley:
"That depends largely on what I see through the binoculars."
Howard:
"What if you see Dick Barber's forehead?"
Aynsley:
"You can't see it too good with that industrial vacuum cleaner costume and the hose and everything. It's sort of incognito!"
Mark, Howard & Jeff:
"What?"
Jeff:
"Did you hear that?"
Mark:
"I heard it. He said, 'Incognito!'"
Jeff:
"Rivet Boy Dunbar, ladies and gentlemen, Lord/God/King of the snappy retort, and here he is."
Howard:
"Yes, Dunbar, you lustful Liverpudlian Lycanthrope, your reports have been . . . your retorts have been remarkably snappy just now. Something must be wrong!"
George:
"Listen, er, uh, he's making me leave here now, so er, uh, I'll see you when we play. Should we be, should, should be about another fifteen minutes after that thing Ian's gonna conduct."
Mark, Howard & Jeff:
"Man!"
Dwarf (Dick Barber):
"Listen, er, um, he's making me leave here now, so uh, I'll see you later when we play."
Howard:
"What?"
Dwarf (Dick Barber):
"I don't expect you to understand that, because we haven't formed our group yet."
Mark:
"When is that supposed to happen?"
Dwarf (Dick Barber):
"Jeff's the one who's going to form it."
Howard:
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Jeff:
"Okay. Listen, you guys, we're gonna form another group. Zappa'll never know the difference so long as we keep on bein' nice to him."
Group:
[laughs]
Mark:
"Right!"
Jeff:
"Look, it's simple. This group'll be commercial, it'll have blues extensions and everything. Mark'll play the bass, Howard'll sing and play sax, I'll play lead guitar, and the Dwarf'll be the drummer."
Howard:
"This guy isn't even a dwarf!"
Jeff:
"That's one of the reasons my group'll be so commercial."
Group:
[laughs]
Mark:
"But what about the rest of the guys in the band?"
Jeff:
"They're already forming other groups all over the place. Why wait till the end of the movie? We could have a hit single . . ." This is like Mad magazine.
Group:
[laughs]
Mark:
"We don't need Aynsley or George or Ian or nobody!"
Jeff:
"Listen. He needs us, remember. We don't need him. All those other guys are too old for rock, they're out of it! We can have a tight little heavy little group with this Dwarf here, he used to play drums for Leon Russell."
Group:
[laughs]
Howard:
"You're right, Simmons. They are too old."
Mark:
"You're right! Zappa's thirty! Thirty years old!"
Howard:
"He's out of it, you're right. He should retire."
Jeff:
"Really, you can't trust old people. We should take up a collection and buy him a watch."
Group:
[laughs]
Mark:
Oh, what a great sequence!
Group:
[laughs]
