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.