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SFX: Scratchy old
record ambience CROONER (Shawn): (sings)
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CROONER: (sings) Raised by rats, lived in a sewer Bed and breakfast of manure Anything at all would be a whole lot better than what you're used to... Which is swill. |
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The original
song returns for the bridge, which is comprised of a completely unintelligible mixed vocal
chorus. ZEUS’s VOICE: Gold brick, my son. |
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CROONER: (sings) You may wish upon a star You make wish on whatever you want to and it won't make a whizz of difference... You are worthless, You are scum And so are your dreams (you little bum). SFX: Record pops as it enters the run-out track |
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BOY: Are we here, Mr. Brick? Is that it? But where are we? |
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BOY: A golf course? But… why? Where are these people who are supposed to be my friends? |
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BOY: Who are they? |
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For three
frames, the FIGURES get progressively closer. SFX: As each frame appears, a loud chord and then a desert whistle sound... |
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The fades between are painfully slow... |