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Audrey: Oh..no
Orin: Excuse me what?
Audrey: Excuse me doctor.
Orin: That's better.
MUSHNICK SPEEDLY ENTRE AND STANDS BY THE DOOR LISTENING
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Orin: I'm telling you kid this thing's a big green goldmine. Get your ass outa this dump and take the plant with you.
What?! (shocked)
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Orin; Mushnik's Skid Row Florists?
Feh, it's a joke.
You hear me talkin'?
Seymour: I hear you.
He hears him.
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Audrey; Shouldn't we leave now?..I'm sorry.
Orin: Sorry what?
Audrey: I'm sorry doctor. doctor, sorry doctor.
Orin: You gotta train'em eh stud? Well my bike's outside and double-parked. But you think about what I said, scout..I mean it..You think about it.
Seymour: Sure, sure, I'll think about it.
He'll think about it!
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Orin: You do that. Okay, Audrey you got the handcuffs?
Audrey: They're right in my bag.
Then lets go.
- Mushnik: (moves back no to be seen)HE'LL THINK ABOUT IT.
- HE'LL THINK ABOUT IT.
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Seymour: I don't like that guy Mr Mushnick. And you should hear the way he talks to Audrey.
- GOTT IN HIMMEL, NO
- THE KID JUST SAID HE'D MULL IT OVER!
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Seymour: No wonder she looks so unhealthy. Just enough to make you sick.
- IF HE LEFT ME
- IF SEYMOUR LEFT ME
- WHY THEN I'D BE
- RIGHT BACK WHERE I STARTED
- WHICH WAS
- BROKE AND STARVING.
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Seymour: Sweet and good and beautiful as she is, she deserves a prince, not a sadist creep like him.
CLOSE TO BANKRUPT.
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Seymour: What a louse.
- BESET,BEFUDDLED AND BEREFT
- THAT'S WHAT I'D BE IF SEYMOUR LEFT!
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Seymour; He's a disgrace to the dental profession.
- (An idea occurs to him and walks to shop).
- Seymour!
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Seymour: Sir?
- in the doorway with affection
- Seymour-
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HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MY SON?!
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MY OWN ADOPTED BOY?
- I NEVER LIKED HIM MUCH BEFORE
- BUT COUNT THE CASH THAT'S IN THE DRAWER
- I'VE GOT NO CHOICE!
- I'M MUCH TOO POOR.
- SAY YES!
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SEYMOUR I WANT TO BE YOUR DAD!
I WANT TO SEE YOU CLIMBING UP MY FAMILY TREE.
- I USED TO THINK YOU LEFT A STENCH
- BUT NOW I SEE THAT YOU'RE A MENCH,
- SO I'M PROPOSING!
- BE MY SON!
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MUSHNICK AND SON
SOUNDS GREAT
THREE WORDS WITH THE RING OF FATE
SO SAY YOU'LL INCORPERATE WITH ME.
- A FLORIST DREAM COME TRUE
- MUSHNICK AND HIS BOYCHIK, YOU!
- WHAT BUSINESS WE'LL DO FOR F.T.D
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HOW 'BOUT IT, SEYMOUR
BE MY SON!
- JUST SAY THE WORD,
- I'LL HAVE MY LAWYER ON THE PHONE.
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Seymour;
NOW MR MUSHNICK DON'T BE RASH
YOU ALWAYS SAID THAT I WAS TRASH.
OH, I WAS JOKING!
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Seymour: Sir, I'm choking!
- 'SCUSE THE PHYSICAL EXPRESSION OF MY PRIDE
- OF THE SWEET PATERNAL MISHEGOESS I'VE HELD PENT-UP
- INSIDE=AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY- IDE!
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Seymour: I...
- You?
- GO AHEAD AND SAY IT, SEYMOUR
- TELL ME THAT YOU WILL..
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Seymour: GEE, I'D REALLY LIKE TO ,BUT...
I'LL HOLD MY BREATH UNTIL..
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Seymour: OKAY..YOU WIN
I'LL BE..YOUR ..SON!
- Hooray. I win!
- He'll be my son!
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Seymour: DRAW UP THE PAPERS DAD.
I'm TOUCHED, I REALLY AM
AND SOMEDAY WHEN YOU'RE EIGHTY-THREE
I'LL LET YOU COME MOVE IN WITH ME.
You swear?
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Seymour: I promise!
WHAT A SON!
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Dance
Both: IN TROUBLE SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH WE'LL SHARE THE LPANT AND SHARE THE WEALTH.
- Mushnik: I'll call my lawyer.
- Seymour: Call me son.
- Mushnik: Son!
- Seymour: Son!
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Dance scene
while both sing.
- MUSHNICK AND SON
- THAT'S THAT.
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Seymour: OFFICIALLY I'M YOUR BRAT!
BOTH
- CONSIDER THE MATTER CLOSED AND DONE.
- NOW, TO THE WORLD, LET'S STICK
- OUR SENIOR AND JUNIOR SHTICK.
- THROUGH THIN AND THROUGH THICK.
- THROUGH SLOOPY AND SLICK,
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Seymour: SO COME KISS ME QUICK.
Please, don't make me sick!
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