Joel:
(spoken)
Well, guys, looks like it's time to pack it all in again.
Crow:
(spoken)
Yeah. We are the stuff dreams are made of.
Servo:
(spoken)
Oh, that's beautiful, Crow! Shakespeare?
Crow:
(spoken)
Uh, no. Burma Shave, act—
Servo:
(spoken)
Oh, well I—huh?
Joel:
(spoken)
(as he takes Crow apart) You know, guys, it always hurts—
Crow:
(spoken)
Ow!
Joel:
(spoken)
—to close it all up—
Servo:
(spoken)
Yeah.
Joel:
(spoken)
—strike the set—
Crow:
(spoken)
Ow! Geez!
Joel:
(spoken)
—wipe off the grease paint—
Servo:
(spoken)
Yeah.
Joel:
(spoken)
—uh, napkin up the blood and entrails—
Crow:
(spoken)
Ouch!
Joel:
(spoken)
—and move on to another town.
Crow:
(spoken)
Uh, oh. I smell a song.
Servo:
(spoken)
Mmmm hmmm.
Joel:
Tell me where does all the magic go—
Servo:
(in background) Ooooo!
Joel:
When the curtain falls to end the show?
Do the clowns always cry
When they pack up the paper sky,
When the Champaign is being poured,
(Servo provides harmony)
And the lock is on the old stage door?
(Servo ends harmony)
Will there still be a clown in the sky—for—me?
Servo:
(spoken)
Oh, boo hoo hoo hoo! Oh, Joel!
Joel:
(spoken)
Don't worry, buddy, there'll be other experiments.
Servo:
(spoken)
You really think so, Mister?
Joel:
(spoken)
Yeah. Take a verse. It'll cheer you up.
Servo:
(spoken)
Okay.
(sings in Anthony Newly voice)
When the harlequin is on the bed
And the whiskey haze surrounds his head,
William Holden's coming over and he's got a fifth or two—
Joel:
(spoken)
Uh, Servo, if you don't stop doing your Anthony Newly, I'm gonna
throw you against the wall.
Crow:
(spoken)
He'll do it, too.
Joel:
Will there still be a clown in the sky—
Servo:
Help us out, Crow!
Joel, Servo and Crow:
Still be a clown in the sky—
Servo:
Take it home, Joel!
Joel:
Tell me, where is that clown in the sky—for me?
(spoken)
I love you, Tom Servo.
Servo:
(spoken)
I love you, Joel.
Joel:
(spoken)
I love you, Crow.
Crow:
(spoken)
You're not my real father!
Joel:
(spoken)
What do you think, sirs?
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