Eugene: This is an empty dish.
Princess: Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't make lasagna, people just always have to let you in if you're carrying food.
Princess: Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't make lasagna, people just always have to let you in if you're carrying food.
Fife: Maestro! STOP! Just what do you think you'r doing?!
Forte: Don't you see, Fife? They can't fall in love if they're DEAD!
Fife: I'll tell you what I see—A BIG OLD WINDBAG!
Forte: You could've joined me, Fife, but I see my triumph is a solo act! (chuckles and exposes empty music sheets. Fife takes one and stares in horror)
Fife: My solo! IT'S BLANK!
Forte: So naive. Your second fiddle, Fife, AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE!
Forte: Don't you see, Fife? They can't fall in love if they're DEAD!
Fife: I'll tell you what I see—A BIG OLD WINDBAG!
Forte: You could've joined me, Fife, but I see my triumph is a solo act! (chuckles and exposes empty music sheets. Fife takes one and stares in horror)
Fife: My solo! IT'S BLANK!
Forte: So naive. Your second fiddle, Fife, AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE!
