AUDREY: I KNOW SEYMOUR'
S THE GREATEST, BUT I'
M DATING A SEMI-SADIST...
SO, I GOT A BLACK EYE AND MY ARM'
S IN A CAST.
STILL, THAT SEYMOUR'
S A CUTIE.
WELL, IF NOT, HE'
S GOT INNER BEAUTY,
AND I DREAM OF A PLACE WHERE WE COULD BE TOGETHER AT LAST...
CRYSTAL: What kind of a place is that?
An emergency room?
AUDREY: (
As music continues under) Oh no, it's just a day dream of mine.
A little development I dream of...
just off the Interstate—not fancy like Levittown...
just a little street in a little suburb far far from urban Skid Row.
Oh, I dream about it all the time.
Just me and the toaster and a sweet little guy like Seymour... (
Sings)
A MATCHBOX OF OUR OWN, A FENCE OF REAL CHAIN LINK,
A GRILL OUT ON THE PATIO, DISPOSAL IN THE SINK, A WASHER AND A DRYER,
AND AN IRONING MACHINE—IN A TRACT HOUSE THAT WE SHARE SOMEWHERE THAT'
S GREEN...
HE RAKES AND TRIMS THE GRASS.
HE LOVES TO MOW AND WEED.
I COOK LIKE BETTY CROCKER, AND I LOOK LIKE DONNA REED.
THERE'
S PLASTIC ON THE FURNITURE TO KEEP IT NEAT AND CLEAN...
IN THE PINE-SOL SCENTED AIR, SOMEWHERE THAT'
S GREEN...
BETWEEN OUR FROZEN DINNER AND OUR BEDTIME, NINE-FIFTEEN,
WE SNUGGLE WATCHING LUCY ON OUR BIG, ENORMOUS TWELVE-INCH SCREEN...
M HIS DECEMBER BRIDE.
S FATHER; HE KNOWS BEST.
OUR KIDS WATCH HOWDY DOODY AS THE SUN SETS IN THE WEST.
A PICTURE OUT OF BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS MAGAZINE...
FAR FROM SKID ROW, I DREAM WE'
LL GO...
SOMEWHERE THAT'
S GREEN

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