pap64 wrote:Snow White: I wish...people would stop calling me the shrill!
Modifying that a bit...
Snow White: I wish...that Escapay would love me for who I am and not what I sound like! If only he'll see past the pitch of my voice, and listen to the beauty of what I have to say to him... God, I love that man...
(She gets up and begins crooning Gershwin's "The Man I Love")
Someday he'll come along, The man I love
And he'll be big and strong, The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
Then in a little while, He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home, That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam, Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love
(Once the Shrill finishes her song, she looks around...and sees a hundred dogs around her, they heard her call and came to her side.)
Snow White: Oh, dear...
Flanger-Hanger wrote:Ya, it's like if Faye Dunaway had played Mary.

Brings a whole new meaning to "Scary Mary"!
(Mary drags Jane to the bathroom, she runs her finger against the tile.)
Mary: Come here! Look at this floor! Do you call that clean? Do you?
Jane: Ellen said it was clean.
Mary: Ellen said it was clean. Do you think it's clean? Do you think it's clean? Look at that. Do you?
Jane: Yes, I do.
(Mary grabs some washcloths and scouring powder, tosses some on the floor, and begins scrubbing.)
Mary: Dirt on the floor. We're going to clean this floor, you and me together. Go! Scrub hard. Scrub! Scrub, Jane!
Jane: This floor's already clean.
(Mary hits Jane with the can of scouring powder, it gets everywhere.)
Mary: It's not! This floor is not clean. Look at it! It's not clean! Nothing is clean. This whole place is a mess!
Jane: Mary! Mary, I don't understand.
(Mary gets up, looks around, then looks at Jane.)
Mary: Clean up this mess!
Jane: How?
Mary: You figure it out.
(Mary leaves. Michael gets out of bed.)
Michael: I'll help you clean it up.
Jane: No, go back. Strap yourself in. She'll kill me if she found out. (pause) Jesus Christ!
Albert