...continued from Part One...
Roger: When the notes are sour where is the power you once had to ignite the air
MIKE: I don't see this guy setting the air on fire.
TOM: Breaking a few windows maybe, but certainly no fire.
Roger: Some life that we've chosen
MIKE: Chosen? You think we *choose* to watch this stuff, buddy?
Mark: How can you generate heat when you can't feel your feet
Both: And they're turning blue!
TOM: Hey, what a coincidence -- my feet are blue!
MIKE: Tom, that's not because of the cold.
TOM: Oh yeah? You try being in the same room with Dr. Forrester after he's come out of the sauna. Not pretty!
Mark: You light up a mean blaze
Roger: With posters
Mark: And screenplays
TOM: Ah, now we know where all those Irwin Allen scripts went.
CROW: Yeah, yeah, you sold your movie rights. We know already, you don't have to shove it down our throats!
Roger and Mark: How we gonna pay, how we gonna pay, how we gonna pay last year's rent?
MIKE (Grandmother): Well you could always get a paper route, young man
Joanne: You won't throw up. You won't throw up.
TOM: Wanna bet?
The digital delay didn't blow up exactly. There may have been one teeny, tiny spark. You're not calling Mark
CROW: You certainly aren't! It's a long distance call from Phoenix anyway, and you don't have that kind of money!
MIKE: CROW!!!!
Collins: How do you stay on your feet when on every street it's trick-or-treat and tonight it's "trick".
TOM: Oh that's profound. Sounds like it was stolen from some Arnold Schwarzenager movie.
MIKE (Arnold Schwarzenager): Give me your candy before I blow your head off!
Benny: Alison baby - you sound sad
MIKE (Alison): Yeah... that I have to be in this show!
Mark: "The music ignites the night with passionate fire"
TOM (Beavis): Fire! Fire!
MIKE: Oh great. Now if some kid burns down his trailer, guess who's gonna get sued?
Mark: Zoom in as they burn the past to the ground
Both: And feel the heat of the future's glow
MIKE: Fire...heat...burn...glow...why do I have the feeling I'm in for it if I keep watching this show?
CROW (Billy Graham): You're all going to hell!
Roger and Mark: 'Cause everything is rent!
TOM: Somehow I think all the publicity from this show has gone to their heads.
CROW: I mean, geez, you go on the Rosie O'Donnell show one time...
A Homeless Man: Christmas bells are ringing, Christmas bells are ringing, Christmas bells are riinging. Somewhere else! Not here
MIKE: I hear ya, man!
Collins: No. Had none to get- But the purloined my coat-
TOM: I hate these shows where you need a dictionary to understand what they're saying.
MIKE: I know, it's like *hello* -- how smart do you think we are -- we're watching *this* show!
Angel: Let's get a Band Aid for your knee, I'll change. There's a Life Support meeting at nine thirty.
MIKE: Yeah, somebody put this show on life support.
TOM: Pull the plug! Pull the plug!
Angel: You're cute when you blush. The more the merry - ho, ho, ho.
CROW: (accusingly) Hey, you're not Santa Claus! Where *is* he anyway? He has to save this show!
And I do not take no
MIKE: Just say no
TOM:...to overly friendly guys offering nice things. Sheesh, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was coming on to that guy.
MIKE: Tom, he *was* coming on to that guy!
Mark: Touche.
CROW (Rude Monty Python French Guy): You English knnnnnn-iggets!
MIKE: Oh, he's talking in French! Now I know why everybody thought this show was so diverse!
Take your AZT. Close on Roger. His girlfriend April left a note saying "we've got AIDS" before slitting her wrists in the bathroom
TOM: No, she probably just got sick of listening to him play. That whole AIDS things was just a cover.
CROW: I'd rather slit my wrists than watch this show.
MIKE: Crow, how many times do I have to remind you, *special* people like you don't have wrists...
Roger: One song. Glory. One song. Before I go. Glory. One song to leave behind
MIKE: Yes, please find one song and *stick to it*!
CROW: And preferably not this one.
Time flies-
TOM: Yeah. When you're having fun.
CROW: Which we're not.
time dies. Glory - one blaze of glory. One blaze of glory. Glory. Find. Glory
MIKE
TOM & CROW: (tiredly) Glory.
In a song that rings true. Truth like a blazing fire. An eternal flame.
MIKE: Again with the fire metaphors! I really think they're trying to tell us something!
One song. To redeem this empty life.
CROW: You said it, I didn't.
Time flies. And then - no need to endure anymore
TOM: Please end this. I don't think *we* can endure much more!
Time dies. The door.
MIKE (Groucho Marx): Give that boy a cigar!
CROW (Jeopardy contestant): I'll take Household Noise Identification for $200, Alex.
Mimi: Got a light?
MIKE: *Again* with the fire?
TOM: In *that* condemned old building? That might not be the best idea.
CROW (Smokey the Bear): Only you can prevent crummy flat fires.
Mimi: Just haven't eaten much today. At least the room's stopped spinning, anyway.
TOM: (sings) The wonder ball goes round and round...
Roger: She died. Her name was April.
Mimi: It's out again. Sorry about your friend.
MIKE: Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Miss Sensitivity!
Roger: Oh, the wax - it's
Mimi: Dripping! I like it - between me-
Roger: Fingers. I figured...
CROW (Roger): But not what I had hoped.
Mimi: No-I think that I dropped my stash
TOM: Of what? Flammable devices?
CROW: Tight vinyl outfits?
MIKE: Lame pick-up lines?
Mimi: I'm illin'-
TOM: Yeah, I think I'm gonna be ill as well. See, even the actors can't stand this show!
I had it when I walked in the door. It was pure - is it on the floor?
Roger: The floor?
MIKE (Roger): Ohhhh, *that's* what I've been standing on all these years!
Mimi: They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street. Is it true?
Roger: What?
CROW: (louder) They say that I have the best-- (Mike clamps Crow's beak shut.)
TOM (Butthead): Huh huh. You said "ass".
Roger: Oh no. I mean you do--have a nice--I mean--you look familiar
MIKE: And who says guys don't know how to pick up girls anymore?
TOM: Nothing turns me on more than a good stutterer.
Roger: I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs
MIKE (Roger): Or with your clothes on.
Roger: Why odn't you forget that stuff. You look like you're sixteen
Mimi: I'm nineteen - but I'm old for my age.
CROW: How can someone who's nineteen be old for being nineteen?
MIKE: New math?
Mimi: What's that?
Roger: Candy bar wrapper
MIKE (Mimi): Oh, must be that new kind: Heroin Crunch.
Mimi: Bah humbug...bah humbug
CROW: Ebeneezer Scrooge!!!!!
TOM: He'll save this show!
Roger: Cold hands
Mimi: Yours too. Big. Like my father's. You wanna dance?
Roger: With you?
MIKE: No, with her father.
Mimi: No - with my father
MIKE: Hey!
Mimi: They call me, they call me Mimi
TOM: "They call me me me". She still didn't tell him what her name was.
CROW: I think she's just playing hard to get.