Scene 4 - Act 1 (Lady Marmalade) Flashcards
(To the girls as they exit) Thank you girls
It’s a nice offer… but… I’m… I’m seeing someone… I….
(Interrupting) Relax. Why so nervous, Jack?
How do you know my name?
(LADY MARMALADE points to the name badge JACK is wearing)
Who are you?
(LADY MARMALADE hands JACK a business card)
Oh, yeah ‘The Devil’. Obviously!
Well, one of his minion anyway… at your service.
I’m not being rude but won’t the men in the white coats be looking for you? Look, I’ll call you a cab. Mind you, I’m going to have trouble finding one that will go to Hades this time of night chuckle
wit. Maybe you should consider a career in stand-up instead of longing
for one in the music industry.
How do you know that?
I know everything about you. Why is it so hard to believe?
All right, let’s say I believe you. Why me?
I just want you to be happy.
I am
y-fronts, switch on your record player and sing along to your
Barry Manilow vinyl’s in front of the mirror.
That isn’t true! Not every night.
more? I’m talking about you taking
control of your destiny. You really don’t believe me do you?
No. You don’t look anything like a devil. The horns, the little pointed tail…
Please, it’s so ‘trick or treat’.
What’s that?
Just sign it, Jack.
All right. Look, if I promise to look it over will you promise to go home, get some sleep and in the morning get some help?
I wouldn’t worry about reading it. It does get very complex in places.
The signer of this contract, herein referred to as ‘the damned’…
You see, legal jargon. There’s nothing sinister to it -
All right, let’s just suppose I believe you about this whole ‘devil’ thing. What would you want from me?
Something you probably don’t even realise you have… your soul.
But.. I… I’m not going to give you my soul.
Who do you think you are? James Brown? Do you actually know what your soul does? Or
even what it looks like?
Well, yeah… it’s a… it’s one of those… it’s kind of… well, you know…
You see! You haven’t got a clue. No one has. That’s because they have no function at all -
they’re totally expendable.
If it’s that useless, what do you want it for?
Some collect stamps or postcards… even magazines? (Producing a magazine from her
bag)
*sees magazine
That caught your attention didn’t it?
Hey, it’s me.
Not yet! It’s your destiny Jack… well one possibly destiny anyway.
But it’s my soul?
A small price to pay.
But if you took it out wouldn’t it hurt?
Then it’s no good to you anyway.
(Seductively) Just sign the contract and everything you’ve ever wanted will be yours.
*sign
Now, can you hurry it along.
What? You want me to make my wish now?
If you don’t mind. I’ve got places to go… people to condemn…
(Thinking) Okay… erm… well I want to be famous…
Always a fashionable choice.
Popular and rich. How does that sound?
*scene start
who knows how they ever got together after that
All that away on a dream
but…
Excuse me
What is it with people around here
I beg your pardon.
Never mind, I’m sorry but the bar’s closed
I saw the light on and just wanted to get out of the rain. You don’t
mind do you?
I guess it can’t hurt
You couldn’t give me a hand, could you?
*Jack relucantly helps with her coat
Are you not attracted to me?
No’ I mean yeah! You’re … you’re nice.
Nice?
Very nice
