Bobby: Well, to begin with, I come from this quasi-middle-upper or upper-middle class, family-type-home. I could never figure out which but it was real boring. I mean, we had money - but no taste. You know the kind of house - astroturf on the patio? Anyway my mother had a lot of card parties and was one of the foremost bridge cheaters in america. My father worked for this big corporation. They used to send him out into the field a lot - to drink. Better that than to find him lying on his office floor but he was okay I was the strange one.
Zach: How strange?
Bobby: Real, real strange. I used to love to give garage recitals. Bizarre recitals. this one time I was doing frankenstein as a musicale and I spray-painted this kid silver - all over. They had to rush him to the hospital. 'Cause he had that thing when your pores can't breathe he lived 'cause luckily I didn't paint the soles of his feet. And (he goes into pantomime)
Richie: And. What if i'm next? What if i'm next? What am i gonna do? I haven't got a clue. I gotta think of something. What does he want? What does he want? Stories from the past. I better find one fast.
Maggie, greg, bebe, richie, val, paul What should i say? What can i tell him?
Bobby: (out of pantomime, spoken) as I got older I kept getting stranger and stranger, I to go down to this busy intersection near my house rush hour and direct traffic. I just wanted to see if anybody'd notice me. that's when i started breaking people's houses - oh, I didn't steal anything - just re-arrange their furniture. and (he goes into pantomime)
Val: And Orphan at three, Orphan at three. Mother and dad both gone. Raised by a sweet ex-con. TieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
