JANET: Brad, say something. (sottovoce)

(Invece: "say something stupid")

BRAD: Say, do any of you guys know how to Madison?

JANET: Brad, please, let's get out of here.

BRAD: For God's sake keep a grip on yourself, Janet.

(comincia a sentirsi della musica, prima piano, poi sempre più forte)

JANET: But it... it seems so unhealthy here.

BRAD: It's just a party, Janet.

JANET: Well - I want to go.

BRAD: Well we can't go anywhere until I get to a phone.

JANET: Well then ask the butler or someone.

BRAD: Just a moment, Janet - we don't want to interfere with their celebration.

JANET: This isn't the Junior Chamber of Commerce, Brad.

BRAD: They're probably foreigners with ways different than our own. They may do some more folk

dancing.

JANET: Look, I'm cold, I'm wet, and I'm just plain scared

BRAD: I'm here - there's nothing to worry about.

(Appena appare Frankie, gridare}

(Janet grida e sviene fra le braccia di Brad.)

Sweet Transvestite

FRANK: How do you do, I

See you've met my

Faithful handyman.

He's just a little brought down

Because when you knocked

He thought you were the candyman.

Don't get strung out

by the way I look.

Don't judge a book be its cover.

I'm not much of a man by the light of day

But by night I'm one hell of a lover.

I'm a just a sweet transvestite

From Transsexual, Transylvania.

Let me show you around

Maybe play you a sound.

You look like you're both pretty groovy.

Or if you want something visual

That's not too abysmal,

We could take in an old Steve Reeves Movie

BRAD: I'm glad we caught you at home,

Could we use your phone?

We're both in a bit of a hurry.

JANET: Right.

BRAD: We'll just say where we are,

Then go back to the car.

We don't want to be any worry

(Invece: "We just want to fuck Tim Curry" - solo se state assistendo alla versione cinematografica...a teatro non avrebbe senso!)

(Se vi trovate nelle prime file, occhio all'acqua!)

FRANK: Well you got caught with a flat, well,

how 'bout that?

Well, babies, don't you panic.

By the light of the night it'll all seem all right.

I'll get you a satanic mechanic.

I'm just a sweet transvestite

("Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom")

From Transsexual, Transylvania.

Why don't you stay for the night?

RIFF RAFF: Night.

FRANK: Or maybe a bite?

COLUMBIA: Bite.

FRANK: I could show you my favorite obsession

. ("Sex!")

I've been making a man

("What kind of man?")

With blond hair and a tan

And he's good for relieving my

("sexual").

.. tension.

I'm just a sweet transvestite

From Transsexual, Transylvania.

("HIT IT, HIT IT!")

I'm just a sweet transvestite

COLUMBIA, RIFF RAFF, MAGENTA: Sweet transvestite

FRANK: From Transsexual,

FRANK, COLUMBIA, RIFF RAFF, MAGENTA: Transylvania.

FRANK: So

("What?")

, Come up to the lab,

And see what's on the slab.

(Invece: "And fuck me on the slab")

I see you shiver with antici -

("SAY IT!")

- pation.

But maybe the rain

Isn't really to blame.

So I'll remove the cause

(Invece: "I'll remove your clothes")

...

(Ridacchia)

("And what about the symptom?")

But not the symptom.

(applausi)