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NARRATOR: He took to composing in public parks, but he was no longer welcomed as in the days of his flowering. Tired and alone, he worked long into the night by the light of the stars… |
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SFX: The
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SFX:
"Thought" ambience (partially achieved by the fact that Wally literally had to
phone in his performance) HANDBAG (Wally): I just don’t understand it. Why does he get all the credit? Why, I’ve been by his side from the very beginning! When he was having a difficult time with the second movement of that concerto, who suggested strings and saved the day? |
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HANDBAG: And I always told him that a Christmas musical would go over in a big way with the royalty. But do I get even a teensy bit of credit? Just because I’m an inanimate object who can’t stand up for himself! And another thing—I’m tired of being carried around all the time! I’m tired of being treated like a—handbag! |
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HANDBAG:
I’ll show him! The next time he tries to stuff something down my throat-- MUSIC: Don Giovanni |
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--: What a
tragic end… --: But such an important figure! --: It has filled me with pity and fear. DIRK: I got one! Listen! I’ve got another story! --: Dirk, will you ever be able to tell a good story? --: Maybe you should listen to a few more, get the hang of it… DIRK: No, no, I’m fine; this is really good. Okay. These two guys meet in the street-- |