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Rizzo is sleeping in the darkened control room.
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Rizzo
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Ma, ma, do not go for the cage, mom. It's a trap, no one leaves cheese hanging around an attic. Ma, ma. Ma! Maaaa!
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Rizzo falls off the control panel, waking from his nightmare and screaming. Gonzo enters.
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Gonzo
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Rizzo, Rizzo. Hey, take it easy. You're just having a bad dream.
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Rizzo
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Oh, Gonzo. Wait a second, Gonzo. What are you doing around here? I thought Clifford gave everybody the week off.
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Gonzo
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Oh, he did. I just came in to pick up my nasal floss.
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Rizzo
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Of course you did.
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Gonzo
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Hey, aren't you supposed to be running that tape of the show we recorded last week?
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Rizzo
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Oh, no, that tape! Oh, jeez, the tape. That's right. Oh, what did I do with the tape? Oh, let me see. The last thing I remember was, oh yeah, yeah, Carl and I were having a cheese eating contest.
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Gonzo
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Yeah? And then what happened?
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Rizzo
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Well, well, this is coming back to me. There was Carl and there was the video machine. Oh, the tape got eaten?
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Gonzo
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What!? The machine ate the tape?
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Rizzo
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No, Carl.
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Gonzo
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Carl ate the tape?
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Rizzo
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No, Carl ate the machine.
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Carl enters. He belches, spitting out a wad of video tape.
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Gonzo
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Woah.
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Carl
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Thank you!
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Gonzo
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And to think he does all that without mustard.
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Carl exits.
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Rizzo
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Oh no. What are we going to do now?
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Gonzo
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Well, I don't know. Let's see. I got an idea! I got an idea!
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Rizzo
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Yeah, yeah yeah?
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Gonzo
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How about this? Suppose we just run the best scenes from all of our shows hosted by us — you and me.
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Rizzo
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Oh, wait a minute. Hosted by us? That's ridiculous. Gonzo, you and me hosting a show. Nobody's going to go for that.
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Gonzo
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But we go on the air in one minute.
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Rizzo
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Well, what are we waiting for? We got a show to host! I'll go get the tuxedos.
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Rizzo runs off.
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Gonzo
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(into the PA microphone) Carl, Carl, cue the opening credits! And don't eat them until they're over with.
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