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MR. JEFFERSON

You hear that?

It's three weeks away

And she's already nervous

MRS. JEFFERSON

I am not!

MR. JEFFERSON

For Mummy's sake, Kitten

No Doc Martens this time and wear a dress

Oh, and Kitten -- have a merry

MRS. JEFFERSON

And a bra

"TODAY 4 U (The loft)"

(MARK and ROGER's loft)

MARK:

Enter Tom Collins, computer genius, teacher, vagabond anarchist, who ran

naked through the Parthenon

(COLLINS carries ANGEL's pickle tub, now filled with provisions)

MARK & COLLINS

Bustelo - Marlboro

Banana by the bunch

A box of Captain Crunch will taste so good

COLLINS:

And firewood

MARK:

Look - it's Santa Claus

COLLINS:

Hold your applause

ROGER:

Oh hi

COLLINS:

'Oh hi' after seven months?

ROGER:

Sorry

COLLINS:

This boy could use some Stoli

COLLINS, MARK & ROGER

Oh holy night

ROGER:

You struck gold at MIT?

COLLINS:

They expelled me for my theory of Actual Reality

Which I'll soon impart

To the couch potatoes at New York University

Still haven't left the house?

ROGER:

I was waiting for you, don't you know?

COLLINS:

Well, tonight's the night

Come to the Life Cafe after Maureen's show

ROGER:

No flow

COLLINS:

Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Eve

Whose charity is only matched by talent, I believe

A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde

Angel Dumott Schunard!

(ANGEL sashays in. He's gorgeously done up in Santa drag, with a fan of

twenty-dollar bills in each hand)

ANGEL:

Today for you - tomorrow for me

Today for you - tomorrow for me

COLLINS:

And you should hear her beat!

MARK:

You earned this on the street?

ANGEL:

It was my lucky day today on Avenue A

When a lady in a limousine drove my way

She said, "Dahling be a dear haven't slept in a year

I need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear"

"This Akita-Evita just won't shut up

I believe if you play non-stop that pup

Will breathe its very last high-strung breath

I'm certain that cur will bark itself to death"

Today for you - tomorrow for me

Today for you - tomorrow for me

We agreed on a fee - A thousand dollar guarantee

Tax-free - and a bonus if I trim her tree

Now who could foretell that it would go so well

But sure as I am here that dog is now in doggy hell

After an hour - Evita - in all her glory

On the window ledge of that 23rd story

Like Thelma & Louise did when they got the blues

Swan dove into the courtyard of the Gracie Mews

Today for you - tomorrow for me

Today for you - tomorrow for me

(ANGEL does a fabulous drum and dance solo)

Then back to the street where I met my sweet

Where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete

The nurse took him home for some mercurochrome

And I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet

Sing it!

Today for you - tomorrow for me

Today for you - tomorrow for me

Today for you - tomorrow for me

Today for you - tomorrow for me

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