The Singing Detective Page #3

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What?

Genocide.

Starting in Los Angeles and

working its way eastward.

l believe in so many things.

lnfanticide, insecticide,

cy... anide, suicide,

AlDS...

Okay.

All right. Okay.

l put my faith in cholesterol,

caffeine, nicotine, alcohol,

President Bush,

carbon monoxide, masturbation,

nuclear first-strike,

the Reader's Digest and...

not properly labeling poisons.

Are you done?

But most of all,

Doc, most of all, l believe

in the one good thing

that comes hurtling

out of people's mouths.

Ralph. Vomit. Puke.

The Technicolor yawn.

Cookie dough!

There is a good man here.

-Uh-huh.

-He's new.

He's very alert

and sympathetic.

Dr. Gibbon.

Doctor... of what?

Skin, joints, zoology?

He's a psychotherapist.

Go f*** yourself!

You will never

get on top of your condition

until you deal

with your bitterness.

Start over.

Reassemble yourself.

Reassemble myself?

With what?

Many a tear has to fall

Do, do, do, do, do

-But it's all

-Do, do, do, do, do

ln the game

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

All in the wonderful game

Do, do, do, do, do

That we know as love

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do

You have words with him

And your future's

looking dim...

Sorry, guys, l need five.

The words are breaking my heart.

See you gators later.

ln a while, reptile.

Dan Dark?

ls it you,

the guy l've been waiting for

ever since Sax

invented the phone?

Come on, are you the big cheese

with the fat contract

who just loves

the way l tickle a tune?

Sorry, no.

Yeah, that's right, trouble.

You're in trouble.

l'm told you can help me.

You get results.

Oh, l get the cases

the polite guys pass.

See, l get the jobs the guys

who don't sing don't get.

So, what's the story?

Who's the dame?

How do you know there's a dame?

There's always a dame.

Tell me, am l right...

or am l right?

There's always a dame.

Am l right, or am l right?

There's always a body, too.

Talking to yourself again?

l had on my best pajamas,

the ones with red stripes

and the blue forget-me-nots.

And l was powdered

under the armpits

and talculmed

between each toe

'cause a million bucks

was about to call

and l was ready for it.

l see.

High temperature again.

When she moved her lips

l felt like a tulip

in dry season

when the first raindrop

smacked into it.

l decided to open up.

Boy, was l green.

Or do l mean wet?

Come to grease me, did ya?

lf you're ready.

As ready as a back axle.

Okay, let's get these off.

l'll try not to hurt.

Okay.

You look better.

Thanks.

Oh, cock.

Cock, do not crow!

Poor cock.

Do not stir.

Think of something boring.

Something very, very boring.

Oh. Quick.

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir

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