The Demise Of The Imported Rubber Goods Mask
Roy: Oh . . . Woah . . . Oh . . . Oh-ah-woah . . .
Patrick: You don't say.
Roy: Oh . . . oh hah hah . . . It must have been a police [...] . . .
FZ: Where is the gas mask?
?: It's eating.
FZ: It's right there. Oh, good.
Patrick: It's nothing to watch, Frank.
FZ: Give me the gas mask.
Roy: I had too much. Oh ho ho . . .
FZ: Thank you. Thank you, doctor.
Roy: I had too much.
FZ: Ladies and gentlemen, Roy Estrada . . . This is the part of our program that is dedicated to the theory that Grand Opera is not dead, it just smells funny . . . We're now going to perform a piece—this is the tragic part of a very— Huh? Wait, wait, what'd he say?. . . Turn off the light? No! We can't turn off the light because we're making movies of you . . . What, you guys don't wanna be in the movie? . . . Hey, put them in the movie.
Roy: Oh . . . oh, be on the, be on the movie, be on, be on, be on the mo-vie, be on the . . .
FZ: Right!
Roy: Be on the movie . . .
FZ: That's why the lights are on, you understand? Even up there, get those people up there in the movie. And those people over there need to be in the movie too . . . Alright, now, look. Now that you all realize that you are in the movie—and I'm glad that you're in the movie—forget about the light. You can do it with the lights on—I've done it myself a number of times—it's a lot of fun. Now sit down . . . Now, let's get serious, folks, this is Grand Opera time—this is our Halloween Grand Opera . . . I mean, you don't wanna have a regular Halloween, do you? Right. You want the best. You deserve the best. You're gonna get the best. Ladies and gentlemen, Roy Estrada and the Demise of the Imported Rubber Goods Mask.
Roy: Too much, too much, monkey, too much, too much . . . Oh, looord . . .
FZ: In this scene, a lonely boy of European extraction . . . is falling in love with a sexually aroused gas mask.
Roy: Hee haw hee! Hee haw hee! Hee haw heeee! Hoo. Hee-oo. Oh . . . It's all . . . Ah, bee, why, bee, why, wing, brown, cack, crack, oh, oh, just . . . oh hee oh eee. "You must have been a beautiful baby, baby" . . . Please. Please, anybody. Please help me, please help. Please help me. Please help . . . Please help . . . Heh hu heh uh . . . ha ha ha ha ha . . . You— (cough) You did it. You. I can't. I can't. I can't can't. Oh oh oh oh . . . Please, please, oh, it's gone, it's gone. I can't, Frankie, I can't. I can't do . . . I can't . . . I can't . . . Heh heh heh heh a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha . . .
Roy . . .
Roy . . .
FZ: What's he doing?
Crowd: He's eating!
FZ: Watch him eat, and while he's eating, talk to me while he's eating and ask me what he's doing.
?: What are you doing?
Crowd: He's eating!
FZ: What you're doing?
Crowd: He's eating!
FZ: Now listen, I'll tell you one more time. Watch him eat, and while he's eating (ah, go fuck yourself). Watch him eat, and while he's eating, talk to me while he's eating and ask me what he's doing. What you're doing?
Roy: He's reading.
FZ: No, he's not reading, he's eating. Now, I'll tell ya again. Watch—
Roy: He's eating.
FZ: That's right, he's eating.
Roy: I know it.
FZ: I know, ok. One big loud noise! . . . You go back there . . . watch the wire . . . oh, no wonder! His microphone was disconnected, oh . . . Wait a minute . . . Was that coming out at all? Could you hear what he was saying at all? Oh, I hope that wasn't wasted! It wasn't wasted? Good.
