Monica:
Ten past ten, bloody late again
What am I meant to do with all this déjà vu?
Ian:
Sorry, I lost track of time
Downtown bars and happy hours
I caught a cab to be with you
I'll never leave you lonely, superstar
Monica:
Ian…where is your guitar?
Ian:
Oh, Jesus mother of Mary
Holy Virgin Christ, it's in the taxi!
Monica:
Schmuck!
Ian:
Fuck!
I gotta find it
Wait for me
Monica:
We're on in three!
Ian:
I'll be right back!
Trust me, do
Monica:
Me trust you?!
What an epic farce
I'll be falling on my arse
How allegorical
A solo diabolical
I've never been put off before
I never have been spat upon on stage
I've never failed, but tonight I might be nailed
Announcer:
CBGB'S welcomes all the way from the U.K…The Diabolicals!
Monica:
All I want is everything
All I want is me
All I want is whatever it takes
Here I go
All you scumbags, I am THE Diabolical, so up yours!u
