Orin: Oh, boy, Seymour, the things we're going to do to your mouth. This is gonna be a pleasure. I think I'm going to want some nitrous oxide for this. In fact, I'm even gonna use my special gas mask. Hold on, I'll be with you in a moment.
Seymour: Now! Do it now! While he's gassing himself to a palpable stupor the timing's ideal and the moment is super to ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away!
Now! Do it now! Just a flicker of pressure right here on the trigger and Audrey won't have to put up with that pig for another day!
Now! For the girl.
Now. For the plant!
Now, yes I will…
But I can't.
Orin: Don't be fooled if I should giggle like a happy sappy dope,
It's just the gas
It's got me high
But don't let that fact deceive you, any moment I could die
Though I giggle and I chortle, bear in mind, I'm not immortal
Why this whole thing strikes me funny, I don't know
Cause it really is a rotten way to go.
Seymour: What we have here
Is an ethical dilemma
Less I help him get the mask removed then he doesn't have a prayer
True the gun was never fired
But the way events transpired
I could finish him with simple laissez-faire.
Orin: Don't be fooled if I should chuckle like hyenas in the zoo,
It's just the gas
It turns me on
But don't let my breath deceive you, any moment I'll be gone
Though my vital signs are failing cause the oxide I'm inhaling
Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath
Are you dumb?
Or hard of hearing?
Or relieved, my end is nearing?
Are you satisfied
I've laughed myself to

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