Bob:Monkees? Monkees? Uh, the show is over, but we've got one
problem; we're about one minute short.
Micky:Hi there, America!
(Davy starts to crack up at Micky)
Bob:Tell me, uh, Mike, what do you think of the show you just did?
Mike:I thought it was one minute short. (laughter) No--
Bob:Micky, will you give me an intelligent answer please--?
Micky:Hey man, I--I'm--
Bob:--Look, this is very important.
Micky:--I'm reading next week's script; I'm gonna try to save it.
Bob:Peter what'd you think about it, hey?
Peter:Well I thought it was alright except for the duelling scene.
Davy:What ya talkin' about? That fencing scene was great. None o' ya
coulda done it.
Peter:Fencing scene? Great? Davy's, you know, short, and I coulda done it
better.
Davy (mouth full of food):He's always pickin' on me cos I'm small!
Micky:He's not short. Stand up Davy and show him how tall you are.
Davy:I am standing up.
Bob:Fellas, wait, wait! Listen to me, all of you. What I wanna know is one
thing, seriously now.
Davy:That's two things.
Bob:What, what, what do you really want this show to do for you?
Davy (smiling):I wanna go home!
Bob:Whatta you gonna do when you get home?
Davy:I'm gonna feed my dog; I'm gonna take a bath; gonna set my hair...
(Laughter; Micky hides behind script)
Mike:Why do you ask stuff like this? Really? I mean, uh, success and stuff
like that... Why don't you ask us stuff like uh, "What time is it...?"
Bob:What time is it, Mike?
Mike (looks at watch):Uhhhh, it's time to go, man--
Peter:Yeah.
(All four get up to leave, laughing)
Mike:--I'll see
you later.
Micky:Don't even say another thing--! |