The Rocky Horror Picture Show Page #4

the aces when the time is right.

Slowly, slowly.

It's too nice a job to rush.

Hi. My name's Brad Majors and

this is my fiance, Janet Weiss.

You are. . .?

You are very lucky to be invited

up to Frank's laboratory.

Some people would give their

right arm for the privilege.

People like you, maybe?

I've seen it.

Come along. The master doesn't

like to be kept waiting.

Shift it!

Is he--? Frank, I mean,

is he your husband?

The master is not yet married.

Nor do I think he ever will be.

-We are simply his servants.

-Oh.

Magenta.

Columbia.

Go and assist Riff Raff.

I will entertain. . . .

Brad Majors and this is

my fiance, Janet Vice.

-Weiss.

-Weiss?

Enchant.

Well, how nice.

And what charming underclothes

you both have.

But here, put these on.

They'll make you feel less vulnerable.

It's not often

we receive visitors here.

Let alone offer them hospitality.

Hospitality! All we wanted to do

was use your telephone. Goddamn it!

A reasonable request you have ignored!

-Don't be ungrateful.

-Ungrateful?!

How forceful you are, Brad.

Such a perfect specimen of manhood.

So dominant.

You must be awfully proud

of him, Janet.

Well, yes, I am.

-Do you have any tattoos, Brad?

-Certainly not.

Oh, well. How about you?

Everything is in readiness, master.

We merely await your word.

Tonight, my unconventional

conventionists. . .

. . .you are to witness

a new breakthrough. . .

. . .in biochemical research.

And paradise is to be mine!

It was strange the way it happened.

Suddenly. . .

. . .you get a break.

All the pieces seem to fit into place.

What a sucker you've been.

What a fool.

The answer was there all the time.

It took a small accident

to make it happen.

-An accident!

-An accident!

That's how I discovered the secret.

That elusive ingredient.

That spark. . .

. . .that is the breath of life.

Yes.

I have that knowledge.

I hold the secret. . .

. . .to life itself!

You see. . .

. . .you are fortunate.

For tonight is the night. . .

. . .that my beautiful creature

is destined to be born.

Throw open the switches

on the sonic oscillator.

And step up the reactor power input. . .

. . .three more points!

Oh, Brad!

It's all right, Janet.

Oh, Rocky!

The sword of Damocles

ls hanging over my head

I've got the feeling someone's

Gonna be cutting the thread

Oh, woe is me

My life is a misery

Oh, can 't you see

That I'm at the start

Of a pretty big downer

I woke up this morning with a start

When I fell out of bed

That ain 't no crime

And left from my dreaming

Was a feeling of unnameable dread

That ain 't no crime

My high is low

I'm dressed up with no place to go

And all I know

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