Adam Pascal: Roger Davis
Mark , Angel , Maureen , Roger , Collins , Benjamin Coffin III , Mimi : Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love... seasons of love.
Collins : In honor of the death of Bohemia, an improtu salon will commence immediately following dinner. Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocorder, while accompanying herself on the electric chello, which she ain't never studied.
Roger : And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days.
Mark : Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sound of iced tea being stirred. And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.
Roger : [picks up a guitar and plays]
Mark : That doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz.
Collins : Angel Dumont Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accomanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
Angel : And Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist, including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtural reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcast the words:
All : Actual reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!
Roger : How do you start a fire when there's nothing to burn, and it feels like something's stuck in your flue?
Mark : How can you generate heat when you can't feel your feet...
Mark : [setting one of his old scripts alight] You light up a mean blaze...
Roger : [adding one of his old posters] With posters...
Mark : And screenplays!
Roger : [Sung] I know, this something is... here goes.
Mimi : [Sung] Here goes.
Roger : [Sung] Guess so, it's starting to... who knows?
Mimi : [Sung] Who knows?
Mimi , Roger : [Sung] Who knows where, who goes there? / Who knows... here goes / Trusting desire, starting to learn... / Walking through fire, without a burn / Clinging a shoulder, a leap begins / Stinging and older, asleep on pins / So here... we... go... / Now we...
Roger : [Sung] Oh no.
Mimi : [Sung] I know.
Roger : [Sung] Oh no.
Roger Davis : [Sung] Control your temper
Roger Davis : [Sung] She doesn't see
Roger Davis : [Sung] Who says that there's a soul
Roger Davis : Just let me be!
Roger Davis : [Sung] Who do you think you are? Barging in on me and my guitar. Little girl hey, the door is that way.
Mimi : [Sung] No day but today.
Roger Davis : [Sung] The fire's dead anyway.
Roger Davis : [Sung] Take your powder, take your candle.
Roger Davis : [Sung] Take your brown eyes, your pretty smile, your silouette.
Roger Davis : [Sung] Another time, another place, another round, a warm embrace.
Roger Davis : [Sung] Another dance another way, another chance, another day
Roger Davis : Find the one song before the virus takes hold, glory, like a sunset. One song to redeem this empty life! Time flies, and then no need to endure anymore! Time dies.
Roger : [sung] You look familiar.
Mimi : [sung] Like your dead girlfriend?
Roger : [sung] Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somwhere else.
Mimi : [sung] Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That's where I work. I dance.
Roger : [sung] Yes! They used to tie you up.
Mimi : [sung] It's a living.
Roger : [sung] I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs.
Mark : How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day? Headlines, breadlines blow my mind, and now this deadline - eviction or pay... rent!
Roger : How do you write a song when the chords sound wrong, though they once sounded right and rare? When the notes are sour, where is the power you once had to ignite the air?
Mark : We're hungry and frozen...
Roger : Some life that we've chosen!
Roger : [sung, to Mimi] You were the song all along, and before the song dies... I should tell you, I should tell you... I have always loved you. You can see it in my eyes... Mimi!
All : [sung] No other road / No other way / No day but today
All : [sung] NO DAY BUT TODAY!
Roger Davis : Find one song, one last refrain, glory, from the pretty boy front man... who wasted opportunity... One song - he had the world at his feet - glory, in the eyes of a young girl... a young girl... Find glory beyond the cheap, colored lights, one song before the sun sets - glory on another empty life, time flies... time dies.
Roger Davis : [referring to Angel as she breaks the padlock off the apartment building] That's an all service woman you got there.
Mimi : [sung] The heart may freeze or it can burn. The pain will ease if I can learn... there is no future. There is no past. I live this moment as my last! There's only us... there's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road... mo other way. No day but today...
Roger : [sung] Excuse me, if I'm off track. But if you're so wise, then tell me, why do you need smack? Take your needle... take your fancy prayer. And don't forget, get the moonlight out of your hair. Long ago you might've lit up my heart. But the fire's dead, and ain't ever ever gonna start! Another time, another place. The words would only rhyme... we'd be in outer space. It'd be another song, we'd sing another way. You wanna prove me wrong? Come back another day... another day!
Mark : Angel... I hear you, I hear it, I see it-I see it, my film!
Roger : [staggered with Mark] Mimi... I see you, I see it, I hear it-I hear it, my song!
Mark : Alexi, Mark. Call me a hypocrite, I need to finish my own film!
Roger : [staggered with Mark] One song glory... Mimi, your eyes!
Mark : I quit!
Roger Davis : You were the song all along / and before the song dies... / I should tell you, I should tell you / I have always loved you / you can see it in my eyes / MIMI!
Mark : How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart - rent!
Mark , Tenants , Roger : How can you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray? What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away?
Benjamin Coffin III : Draw a line in the sand and then make your stand...
Roger : Use your camera to spar!
Mark : Use your guitar!
Mark , Tenants , Roger : When they act tough, you call their bluff. We're not gonna pay... we're not gonna pay... We're not gonna pay... last year's rent! This year's rent! Next year's rent! Rent, rent, rent, re-ent, rent! We're not gonna pay rent! Cause everything is rent!
Joanne , Collins , Mark , Angel , Mimi , Maureen , Roger , Benjamin Coffin III : All Its time now to sing out, though the story never ends. Lets celebrate remember the year of the life of friends. Remember the love.
Joanne : You got to, you got to remember the love.
Joanne : You know that love us a gift from up above.
Joanne : Share love, give love, spread love.
Mimi : [sung] Excuse me, did I do something wrong? I get invited then ignored all night long!
Roger Davis : [sung] I've been tryin', I'm not lyin'! No one's perfect, I've got baggage!
Mimi : [sung] Life's too short, babe, time is flyin'! I'm lookin' for baggage that goes with mine!
Roger Davis : [sung] I should tell you...
Mimi : [sung] I've got baggage, too!
Roger Davis : [sung] Should tell you...
Roger Davis : [simultaneously] Baggage...
Mimi : [simultaneously] Baggage...
Collins : [all but Mimi and Roger] Wine and beer!
Mimi : [pagers go off] AZT break.
Roger Davis : [sung] You?
Mimi : [sung] Me. You?
Roger Davis : [sung] Mimi.
Angel : New York City.
Mark : Uh-huh.
Angel : Center of the universe.
Collins : Sang it, girl!
Angel : Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse.
Roger : I hear that.
Angel : It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the hit-the-road blues...
Angel : That anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be
Angel : a pleasure cruise!
Collins : Now you're talkin'!
Roger Davis : [sung] All your words are nice Mimi but love's not a three-way street.
Angel : Today for you, tomorrow for me!
Tom : And you should hear her beat.
Roger : You earned this on the street?
Angel : It was my lucky day today on Avenue A when the lady in the limousine drove my way - she said, "Darling, be a dear - haven't slept in a year! I need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear! This akita - Evita - just won't shut up! I believe if you play nonstop that pup will breathe its very last high-strung breath. I'm certain that cur will bark itself to death!"
Mark's Dad : [on the answering machine] Listen, Mark, I'm sorry to hear that Maureen dumped you. I say "se la vie", let her be a Lesbian!
Roger : [snickers loudly]
Mark's Dad : She doesn't know what she's missing! Happy Holidays!