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ROGER:

What?

MIMI:

You're staring again

ROGER:

Oh no

I mean you do - have a nice-

I mean , You look familiar

MIMI:

Like your dead girlfriend?

ROGER:

Only when you smile

But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else

MIMI:

Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?

That's where I work - I dance - help me look

ROGER:

Yes!

They used to tie you up-

MIMI:

It's a living

(MIMI douses the flame again)

ROGER:

I didn't recognize you

Without the handcuffs

MIMI:

We could light the candle

Oh won't you light the candle?

(ROGER lights it again.)

ROGER:

Why don't you forget that stuff

You look like you're sixteen

MIMI:

I'm nineteen but I'm old for my age

I'm just born to be bad

ROGER:

I once was born to be bad

I used to shiver like that

MIMI:

I have no heat - I told you

ROGER:

I used to sweat

MIMI:

I got a cold

ROGER:

Uh huh

I used to be a junkie

MIMI:

But now and then I like to

ROGER:

Uh huh

MIMI:

Feel good

ROGER:

Here it - um

(ROGER stoops and picks up a small object: MIMI's stash)

MIMI:

What's that?

ROGER:

It's a candy bar wrapper

(ROGER puts it behind his back and into his pocket)

MIMI:

We could light the candle

(ROGER discreetly blows out the candle)

MIMI:

What'd you do with my candle?

ROGER:

That was my last match

MIMI:

Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon

ROGER:

Maybe it's not the moon at all

I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street

MIMI:

Bah humbug ... Bah humbug

(MIMI places her hand under his, pretending to do it by accident)

ROGER:

Cold hands

MIMI:

Yours too

Big. Like my father's

You wanna dance?

ROGER:

With you?

MIMI:

No -- with my father

ROGER:

I'm Roger

MIMI:

They call me

They call me Mimi

(They come extremely close to a kiss. MIMI reaches into his pocket, nabs

the stash, waves it in front of his face, and makes a sexy exit)

"VOICE MAIL #2"

(JOANNE's loft. In blackout another phone rings. We see MAUREEN in

silhouette)

MAUREEN:

Hi. You've reached Maureen and Joanne. Leave a message and don't forget

"Over the Moon" -- My performance, protesting the eviction of the Homeless

(and artists) from the Eleventh Street Lot. Tonight at midnight in the lot

between A and B. Party at Life Cafe to follow (BEEP)

MR. JEFFERSON

Well, Joanne -- We're off

I tried you at the office

And they said you're stage managing or something

MRS. JEFFERSON

Remind her that those unwed mothers in Harlem

Need her legal help too

MR. JEFFERSON

Call Daisy for our itinerary or Alfred at Pound Ridge

Or Eileen at the state department in a pinch

We'll be at the spa for new year's

Unless the senator changes his mind

MRS. JEFFERSON

The hearings

MR. JEFFERSON

Oh yes Kitten

Mummy's confirmation hearing begins on the tenth

We'll need you alone - by the sixth

MRS. JEFFERSON

Harold!

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