Mark:
We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th Street and Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock and roll posters hang on the walls. They have Roger's picture advertising gigs at CBGB's and the Pyramid Club. We have an illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside we are freezing because we have no heat.
(he turns the camera to Roger)
Smile!

1. Tune Up #1
Mark:
December 24th, 9pm, Eastern Standard Time.  From here on in, I shoot without a script.  See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.  First shot – Roger tuning the Fender guitar he hasn't played in a year.

Roger:
This won't tune.

Mark:
So we hear!  He's just come back from half a year of withdrawal.

Roger:
Are you talking to me?

Mark:
Not at all.  Are you ready? Hold that focus – steady!  Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger...

Roger:
I'm writing one great song–

Mark:
The phone rings.

Roger:
Saved!

Mark:
We screen.  Zoom in on the answering machine!

2. Voice Mail #1
Mark & Roger's Machine:
Speak!...(Beeep!)

Mark's Mom:
That was a very loud beep.  I don't even know if this is working.  Mark, Mark, are you there?  Are you screening your calls?  It's Mom.  We wanted to call and say we love you, and we'll miss you tomorrow.  Cindy and the kids are here – send their love.  Oh, I hope you like the hot plate.  Just don't leave it on, dear, when you leave the house.  Oh, and Mark, we're sorry to hear that Maureen dumped you.  I say c'est la vie.  So let her be a lesbian!  There are other fishies in the sea!  Love, Mom.

3. Tune Up #2
Mark:
Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger...

Roger:
I'm writing one great song–

Mark:
The phone rings.

Roger:
Yesss!

Mark:
We screen.

Machine:
Speak!...(Beeep!)

Collins:
Chestnuts roasting–

Mark & Roger:
Collins!

Collins:
I'm downstairs.

Mark:
Hey!

Collins:
Roger picked up the phone?

Mark:
No, it's me.

Collins:
Throw down the key.

Mark:
A wild night is now pre-ordained.

Collins:
I may be detained.

Mark:
What does he mean...?
(phone rings again)
What do you mean – detained?

Benny:
Ho, Ho, Ho!

Mark & Roger:
Benny! Shit.

Benny:
Dudes, I'm on my way!

Mark & Roger:
Great! Fuck.

Benny:
I need the rent.

Mark:
What rent?

Benny:
This past year's rent which I let slide.

Mark:
Let slide? You said we were 'golden.'

Roger:
When you bought the building.

Mark:
When we were roommates.

Roger:
Remember – you lived here?!

Benny:
How could I forget?  You, me, Collins and Maureen.  How is the drama queen?

Mark:
She's performing tonight.

Benny:
I know.  Still her production manager?

Mark:
Two days ago I was bumped.

Benny:
You still dating her?

Mark:
Last month I was dumped.

Roger:
She's in love.

Benny:
She's got a new man?

Mark:
Well... no.

Benny:
What's his name?

Mark & Roger:
Joanne.

Benny:
The rent, my amigos, is due, or I will have to evict you.  Be there in a few.

Mark:
The power blows.

4. Rent
Mark:
How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?  Headlines, bread lines, 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:
And we're hungry and frozen!

Roger:
Some life that we've chosen!

Together:
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
Last year's rent?

Mark:
We light candles!

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

Together:
And they're turning blue?!

Mark:
You light up a mean blaze

Roger:
With posters

Mark:
And screenplays!

Together:
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
Last year's rent?

Joanne:
(on phone)
Don't scream, Maureen, it's me, Joanne, your substitute production manager.  Hey, hey, hey! Did you eat?  Don't change the subject, Maureen.  But, darling, you haven't eaten all day.  You won't throw up.  You won't throw up!  The digital delay... Didn't blow up exactly.  There may have been one teeny, tiny spark.  You're not calling Mark!

Collins:
How do you stay on your feet when on every street it's trick or treat and tonight it's trick!  'Welcome back to town.'  I should lie down.  Everything's brown and... uh oh!  I feel sick.

Mark:
Where is he?

Collins:
Getting dizzy!

Mark & Roger:
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
Last year's rent?

Benny:
(on cel phone)
Alison, baby, you sound sad.  I don't believe those two after everything I've done.  Ever since our wedding, I'm dirt! They'll see I can help them all out in the long run.  Forces are gathering.  Forces are gathering.  Can't turn away, Forces are gathering.

Collins:
Ughhhhh
Ughhhhh
Ughhhhh... I can't think!
Ughhhhh
Ughhhhh
Ughhhhh... I need a drink!

Mark:
"The music ignites the night with passionate fire!"

Joanne:
Maureen, I'm not a theatre person!

Roger:
"The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit!"

Joanne:
Could never be a theatre person!

Mark:
Zoom in as they burn the past to the ground.

Joanne:
Hello?

Mark & Roger:
And feel the heat of the future's glow!

Joanne:
Hello?

Mark:
(on phone)
Hello? Maureen?  Your equipment won't work?  Okay, all right, I'll go!

Mark & Half the Company:
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 'til you're torn apart!  Rent!

Roger & Other Half:
How can you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?

All:
What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away?

Benny:
Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand!

Roger:
Use your camera to spar!

Mark:
Use your guitar!

All:
When they act tough, you call their bluff!

Mark & Roger:
We're not gonna pay

Mark & Roger w/ Half the Company:
We're not gonna pay

Mark & Roger w/ Other Half:
We're not gonna pay

All:
Last year's rent
This year's rent
Next year's rent!
Rent, rent, rent, rent, rent, rent!
We're not gonna pay rent!

Mark & Roger:
'Cause everything is rent!
 

5. You Okay Honey? (the street)
A Homeless Man:
Christmas Bells are ringing.
Christmas Bells are ringing.
Christmas Bells are ringing.
Somewhere else!
Not here.

Angel:
You okay, honey?

Collins:
I'm afraid so.

Angel:
They get any money?

Collins:
No, had none to get.  But they purloined my coat!  Well you missed a sleeve!  Thanks.

Angel:
Hell, it's Christmas Eve!  I'm Angel.

Collins:
Angel...?  Indeed.  An Angel of the first degree.  Friends call me Collins, Tom Collins.  Nice tree...

Angel:
Let's get a Band-Aid for your knee.  I'll change.  There's a Life Support meeting at 9:30.  Yes, this body provides a comfortable home for the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.

Collins:
As does mine.

Angel:
We'll get along fine.  Get you a coat, have a bite, make a night; I'm flush.

Collins:
My friends are waiting-

Angel:
You're cute when you blush.  The more the merry ho, ho, ho.  And I do not take no.
 

6. Tune Up #3 (the loft)
Mark:
I don't suppose you'd like to see Maureen's show in the lot tonight?  Or come to dinner?

Roger:
Zoom in on my empty wallet.

Mark:
Touché.  Take your AZT.
Close on Roger.  His girlfriend April left a note saying, "We've got AIDS" before slitting her wrists in the bathroom.
I'll check up on you later.  Change your mind.  You have to get out of the house.
(Mark exits)
 

7. One Song Glory
Roger:
I'm writing one great song before I...
One song... glory.
One song... before I go.
Glory... one song to leave behind.
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!
Glory, one blaze of glory.
One blaze of... glory!
Find... glory in a song that rings true, an eternal flame.
Find... one song... a song about love.
Glory... from the soul of a young man.
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-
(a knock on the door)
The door.

8. Light my Candle
Roger:
What'd you forget?

Mimi:
Got a light?

Roger:
I know you.  You're, you're shivering.

Mimi:
It's nothing, they turned off my heat and I'm just a little weak on my feet.  Would you light my candle?  What are you staring at?

Roger:
Nothing.  Your hair in the moonlight.  You look familiar.  Can you make it?

Mimi:
Just haven't eaten much today.  At least the room stopped spinning.  Anyway... what?

Roger:
Nothing.  Your smile reminded me of-

Mimi:
I always remind people of - who is she?

Roger:
She died.  Her name was April.

Mimi:
It's out again.  Sorry about your friend.  Would you light my candle?

Roger:
Well-

Mimi:
Yeah... ow!

Roger:
Oh, the wax, it's-

Mimi:
Dripping.  I like it between my-

Roger:
Fingers.  I figured.  Well... goodnight.
(Mimi exits, then knocks again)
It blew out again?

Mimi:
No.  I think I dropped my stash.

Roger:
I know I've seen you out and about when I used to go out.  Your candle's out again.

Mimi:
I'm illin'.  I had it when I walked in the door.  It was pure!  Is it on the floor?

Roger:
The floor?

Mimi:
They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street.  Is it true?

Roger:
What?

Mimi:
You're staring again.

Roger:
Oh no... I mean you... have a nice... I mean... you look familiar.

Mimi:
Like your dead girlfriend?

Roger:
Only when you smile.  But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else.

Mimi:
Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?  That's where I work - I dance.  Help me look!

Roger:
Yes!  They used to tie you up.

Mimi:
It's a living.

Roger:
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs.

Mimi:
We could light the candle.  Oh, won't you light the candle?

Roger:
Why don't you forget that stuff?  You look like you're sixteen.

Mimi:
I'm nineteen, but I'm old for my age.  I'm just born to be bad.

Roger:
I once was born to be bad.  I used to shiver like that.

Mimi:
I have no heat; I told you.

Roger:
I used to sweat.

Mimi:
I got a cold.

Roger:
Uh-huh.  I used to be a junkie.

Mimi:
But now and then I like to-

Roger:
Uh-huh.

Mimi:
Feel good.

Roger:
Here it-

Mimi:
What's that?

Roger:
Candy bar wrapper.

Mimi:
We could light the candle.  What'd you do with my candle?

Roger:
That was my last match.

Mimi:
Our eyes'll adjust.  Thank God for the moon.

Roger:
Maybe it's not the moon at all.  I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street.

Mimi:
Bah humbug.  Bah humbug.

Roger:
Cold hands.

Mimi:
Yours too.  Big, like my father's.  Wanna dance?

Roger:
With you?

Mimi:
No.  With my father.

Roger:
I'm Roger.

Mimi:
They call me... they call me Mimi.
 

9. Voice Mail #2
Maureen (on the answering machine):
Hi.  You've reached Maureen and Joanne.  Leave a message and don't forget "Over the Moon" - my performance protesting the eviction of the homeless and artists from the 11th Street lot tonight at midnight in the lot between A and B.  Party at Life Cafe to follow. (Beeep!)

Mr. Jefferson:
Well, Joanne, we're off.  I tried you at the office and they said you're stage managing or something.

Mrs. Jefferson:
Remind her that those unwed mothers in Harlem need her legal help, too!

Mr. Jefferson:
Call Daisy for our itinerary or Alfred at Pound Ridge or Eileen at the State Department in a pinch.  We'll be at the spa for New Year's unless the senator changes his mind.

Mrs. Jefferson:
The hearings!

Mr. Jefferson:
Oh yes, Kitten, Mummy's confirmation hearing begins on the tenth.  We'll need you - alone - by the sixth.

Mrs. Jefferson:
Harold!

Mr. Jefferson:
You hear that?  It's three weeks away and she's already nervous.

Mrs. Jefferson:
I am not!

Mr. Jefferson:
For Mummy's sake, Kitten, no Doc Martens this time... and wear a dress.  Oh, and Kitten, have a merry...

Mrs. Jefferson:
And a bra!
 

10. Today 4 U
Mark:
Enter Tom Collins, computer genius, teacher, vagabond, anarchist who ran naked through the Parthenon.

Mark & Collins:
Bustelo, Marlboro, banana by the bunch!  A box of Cap'n Crunch will taste so good!

Collins:
And firewood.

Mark:
Look, it's Santa Claus!

Collins:
Hold your applause.

Roger:
Oh, hi.

Collins:
'Oh, hi' after seven months?

Roger:
Sorry.

Collins:
This boy could use some Stoli!

Collins, Mark & Roger:
Oh, holy night...

Roger:
You struck gold at MIT?

Collins:
They expelled me for my theory of actual reality which I'll soon impart to the couch potatoes at New York University.  Still haven't left the house?

Roger:
I was waiting for you, don't you know.

Collins:
Well, tonight's the night.  Come to the Life Cafe after Maureen's show.

Mark & Roger:
No flow.

Collins:
Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Eve, whose charity is only matched by talent, I believe.  A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde, Angel Dumott Schunard!

Angel:
Today for you, tomorrow for me!
Today for you, tomorrow for me!

Collins:
And you should hear her beat!

Roger:
You earned this on the street?

Angel:
It was my lucky day today on Avenue A
When a lady in a limousine drove my way.
She said, "Dahling, 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 non-stop that pup
Will breathe its last high-strung breath.
I'm certain that cur will bark itself to death."

Today for you, tomorrow for me!
Today for you, tomorrow for me!

We agreed on a fee,
A thousand dollar guarantee, tax-free,
And a bonus if I trim her tree.
Now who could foretell that it would go so well?
But sure as I am here, that dog is now in doggy hell!
After an hour, Evita, in all her glory,
On the window ledge of that 23rd story,
Like Thelma and Louise did when they got the blues,
Swan dove into the courtyard of the Gracie News.

Today for you, tomorrow for me.
Today for you, tomorrow for me!

Then back to the street where I met my sweet,
Where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete.
The nurse took him home for some mercurochrome
And I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet.

Sing it!
Today for you, tomorrow for me!
Today for you, tomorrow for me!
Today for you, tomorrow for me!
Today for you, tomorrow for me!
 

11. You'll See
Benny:
Joy to the world - Hey, you bum!  Yeah, you!  Move over!  Get your ass off that Range Rover!

Mark:
That attitude toward the homeless is just what Maureen is protesting tonight.  Close up: Benjamin Coffin, III.  Our exroommate, who married Alison Grey of the Westport Greys, then bought the building in hopes of starting a cyber studio.

Benny:
Maureen is protesting losing her performance space, not my attitude.

Roger:
What happened to Benny?  What happened to his heart and the ideals he once pursued?

Benny:
The owner of that lot next door has a right to do with it as he pleases.

Collins:
Happy birthday, Jesus.

Benny:
The rent.

Mark:
You're wasting your time.

Roger:
We're broke.

Mark:
And you broke your word.  This is absurd!

Benny:
There is one way you won't have to pay.

Roger:
I knew it!

Benny:
Next door, the home of Cyberarts, you see, and now that the block is rezoned, our dream can become a reality!  You'll see, boys.  You'll see, boys!  A state of the art, digital, virtual interactive studio.  I'll forego your rent and on paper guarantee that you can stay here for free if you do me one small favor.

Mark:
What?

Benny:
Convince Maureen to cancel her protest.

Mark:
Why not just get an injunction or call the cops?

Benny:
I did, and they're on stand by, but my investors would rather I handle this quietly.

Roger:
You can't quietly wipe out an entire tent city then watch It's a Wonderful Life on tv!

Benny:
You want to produce films and write songs?  You need somewhere to do it.  It's what we used to dream about, think twice before you pooh pooh it!  You'll see, boys.  You'll see, boys.  You'll see, the beauty of a studio that lets us do our work and get paid, with condos on the top whose rent keeps open our shop.  Just stop the protest and you'll have it made.  You'll see - or you'll pack!

Angel:
That boy could use some Prozac.

Roger:
Our heavy drugs.

Mark:
Or group hugs.

Collins:
Which reminds me, we have a detour to make tonight.  Anyone who wants to can come along.

Angel:
Life Support's a group for people coping with life.  You don't have to stay long.

Mark:
First I've got a protest to save.

Angel:
Roger?

Roger:
I'm not much company you'll find.

Mark:
Behave!

Angel:
He'll catch up later, he's just got other things on his mind.  You'll see, boys.

Mark & Collins:
We'll see, boys.

Roger:
Let it be, boys!

Collins:
I like boys.

Angel:
Boys like me.

All:
We'll see.
 

12. Tango: Maureen
Mark:
And so into the abyss... the lot, where a stage is partially set up.

Joanne:
"Line in"... I went to Harvard for this?

Mark:
Close on Mark's nosedive.

Joanne:
"Line out"...

Mark:
Will he get out of here alive?
(approaches Joanne)

Joanne:
Mark?

Mark:
Hi.

Joanne:
I told her not to call you.

Mark:
That's Maureen.  But can I help since I'm here?

Joanne:
I hired an engineer.

Mark:
Great!  Well... nice to have met you.

Joanne:
Wait!  She's three hours late.  The samples won't delay, but the cable-

Mark:
There's another way.  Say something, anything.

Joanne:
(into mike)
Test, one, two, three.

Mark:
Anything but that.

Joanne:
This is weird.

Mark:
It's weird.

Joanne:
Very weird.

Mark:
Fuckin' weird.

Joanne:
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do.  Fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bones, and to top it all off, I'm with you.

Mark:
Feel like going insane?  There's a fire in your brain?  And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?

Joanne:
As a matter of fact-

Mark:
Honey, I know this act.  It's called... the Tango Maureen!  The tango Maureen... a dark, dizzy merry-go-round as she keeps you dangling-

Joanne:
You're wrong.

Mark:
You're heart she is mangling-

Joanne:
It's different with me.

Mark:
And you toss and you turn 'cause her cold eyes can burn, yet you yearn and you churn and rebound!

Joanne:
I think I know what you mean.

Both:
The tango Maureen.

Mark:
Has she ever pouted her lips and called you... pookie?

Joanne:
Never.

Mark:
Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?

Joanne:
This is... spooky.  Did you swoon when she walked through the door?

Mark:
Every time.  So be... cautious.

Joanne:
Did she moon over other boys?

Mark:
More than moon!

Joanne:
I'm feeling... nauseous.
(they tango, Mark leading)

Mark:
Where'd you learn to tango?

Joanne:
With the French Ambassador's daughter in her dorm at Miss Porter's.  You?

Mark:
With Nanette Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter, at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center.
(they switch, Joanne now leads)
It's hard to do this backwards.

Joanne:
You should try it in heels!
She cheated.

Mark:
She cheated.

Joanne:
Maureen cheated.

Mark:
Fuckin' cheated!

Joanne:
I'm defeated, I should give up right now!

Mark:
Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might.

Joanne:
I'd fall for her still anyhow.

Both:
When you're dancing her dance, you don't stand a chance!  Her grip of romance makes you fall.

Mark:
And so you think, "Might as well-"

Joanne:
"Dance a tango to Hell-"

Both:
"At least I'll have tangoed at all!"  The tango Maureen!  Gotta dance 'til your diva is through.  You pretend to believe her, 'cause in the end you can't leave her!  But the end it will come, still you have to play dumb, 'til you're glum and you bum and turn blue!

Mark:
Why do we love when she's mean?

Joanne:
And she can be so obscene.

Mark:
Try the mike!

Joanne:
My Maureen (een, een, een!)

Mark:
Patched!

Joanne:
Thanks.

Mark:
You know, I feel great now!

Joanne:
I feel lousy.
(the pay phone rings; Joanne answers; it's Maureen)
Honey, we're... pookie?!?  You never call me pookie!  Forget it.  We're patched.
(hangs up)

Both:
The tango Maureen!
 

13. Life Support
Steve:
Steve.

Gordon:
Gordon.

Ali:
Ali.

Pam:
Pam.

Sue:
Sue.

Angel:
Hi, I'm Angel.

Collins:
Tom, Collins.

Paul:
I'm Paul.  Let's begin.

All:
There's only us.  There's only this-

Mark:
Sorry, excuse me, oops!

Paul:
And you are?

Mark:
Oh, I'm not... I'm just here to... I don't have... I'm here with... Um... Mark!  Mark.  I'm Mark!  Well.  This is quite an operation!

Paul:
Sit down, Mark.  We'll continue the affirmation.

All:
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.

Gordon:
Excuse me, Paul.  I'm having a little problem with this credo... My T-Cells are low.  I regret that news, okay?

Paul:
All right.  But, Gordon, how do you feel today?

Gordon:
What do you mean?

Paul:
How do you feel today?

Gordon:
Okay.

Paul:
Is that all?

Gordon:
The best I've felt all year.

Paul:
Then why choose fear?

Gordon:
I'm a New Yorker - fear's my life.  Look, I find some of what you teach suspect because I'm used to relying on intellect.  But I try to open up to what I don't know.

Gordon & Roger:
Because reason says I should have died three years ago.

All:
No other road, no other way, no day but today.
 

14. Out Tonight (Mimi's apartment)
Mimi:
What's the time?
Well, it's gotta be close to midnight.
My body's talking to me.
It says, "Time for danger!"
It says, "I wanna commit a crime,
Wanna be the cause of a fight,
Wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger!"
I've had a knack from way back of breaking the rules
Once I learn the games.
Get up, life's too quick!
I know someplace sick
Where this chick'll dance in flames.
We don't need any money;
I always get in for free.
You can get in too if you get in with me!

Let's go out tonight!
I have to go out tonight!

You wanna play?
Let's run away.
We won't be back until it's Christmas Day.
Take me out tonight!
Meow.
When I get a wink from the doorman,
Do you know how lucky you'll be?
That you're on line with the feline of Avenue B!

Let's go out tonight!
I have to go out tonight!

You wanna prowl, wanna be my night owl?
Well take my hand, we're gonna howl!
Out tonight!
In the evening I've got to roam,
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome.
Feels too damn much like home when the Spanish babies cry.
So let's find a bar so dark we forget who we are,
And all the scars from the 'nevers' and 'maybes' die!

Let's go out tonight!
Have to go out tonight!

You're sweet, wanna hit the street?
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?

Just take me out tonight!
Please take me out tonight!
Don't forsake me, out tonight!
I'll let you make me, out tonight!
Tonight, tonight, tonight!
 

15. Another Day (the loft)
(Mimi bursts in and plants a huge kiss on Roger)
Roger:
Who do you think you are?
Barging in on me and my guitar?
Little girl, hey, the door is that way!
You better go, you know.
The fire's out anyway.
Take your powder, take your candle, your sweet whisper I can't handle!
Well take your hair in the moonlight, you brown eyes... goodbye, goodnight!

I should tell you,
I should tell you,
I should tell you,
I should... no!

Another time, another place,
Our temperature would climb,
There'd be a long embrace.
We'd do another dance, it'd be another play.
Looking for romance?
Come back another day.
Another day!

Mimi:
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, no other way, no day but today.

Roger:
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, take the moonlight outta your hair!
Long ago, you might've lit up my heart,
But the fire's dead, ain't never, 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!

Mimi:
There's only yes, only tonight.
We must let go to know what's right.
No other course, no other way, no day but today.
 

Mimi & Others: I can't control My destiny. I trust my soul. My only goal Is just to be! There's only now, There's only here. Give in to love, Or live in fear. No other path. No other way. No day but today. No day but today.   No day but today.   No day but today.       No day but today.     No day but today.

Roger: Control your temper. She doesn't see. Who says that There's a soul? Just let me be. Who do you think You are, Barging in on me And my guitar? Little girl, hey, The door is that way. The fire's out anyway. Take the powder, Take the candle. Take your brown eyes, Your pretty smile, Your silhouette. Another time, Another place, Another rhyme, A warm embrace. Another dance,  Another way. Another chance, Another day.

16. Will I? (various locations)
Steve:
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Group 1:
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Group 2:
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Group 3:
Will I love my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Group 4:
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?
(Roger puts on his jacket and leaves the loft)
 

17. On the Street
Three Homeless People:
Christmas Bells are ringing.
Christmas Bells are ringing.
Christmas Bells are ringing.
Out of town.
Santa Fe.

Squeegieman:
Honest living, man!
(recoils as "car" squeals by, almost hitting him)
Feliz Navidad!

Homeless Person:
Evening, Officers.

Mark:
Smile for Ted Koppel, Officer Martin! [note from Meg: "CNN" is sometimes substituted for "Ted Koppel"]

Homeless Person:
And a Merry Christmas to your family!

Cops:
Right!!

Blanket Person:
Who the fuck do you think you are?  I don't need no goddamn help from some bleeding heart cameraman.  My life's not for you to make a name for yourself on!

Angel:
Easy, sugar, easy.  He was just trying to-

Blanket Person:
Just trying to use me to kill his guilt.  It's not that kind of movie, honey!  Let's go, this lot is full of motherfucking artists!  Hey, artist... you gotta dollar?  I thought not.
 

18. Santa Fe
Angel:
New York City-

Mark:
Uh-huh.

Angel:
Center of the Universe.

Collins:
Sing it, girl.

Angel:
Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get any worse.

Mark:
I hear you.

Angel:
It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the hit the road blues, that anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be a pleasure cruise.

Collins:
Now you're talking.
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle,
And I'm sick of grading papers, that I know.
And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle!
All this misery pays no salary,
So let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice.
Oh--oh--

All:
Oh--

Angel:
You teach?

Collins:
I teach computer age philosophy, but my students would rather watch tv.

Angel:
America.

All:
America!

Collins:
You're a sensitive aesthete,
Brush the sauce onto the meat.
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme.
You could drum a gentle drum,
I could seat guests as they come,
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine!
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe.
Our labors would reap financial gains.

All:
Gains, gains, gains!

Collins:
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe,
And save from devastation our brains.

Homeless:
Save our brains!

All:
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away,
Devote ourselves to projects that sell.
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe,
Forget this cold bohemian hell!
Oh--oh--

Collins:
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?  You know, tumbleweeds... prairie dogs... yeah.

18. I'll Cover You
Mark:
I'll meet you at the show.  I'll try and convince Roger to go.
(exits)

Angel:
Alone at last!

Collins:
He'll be back, I guarantee.

Angel:
I've been hearing violins all night.

Collins:
Anything to do with me?  Are we a thing?

Angel:
Darling, we're everything!
Live in my house, I'll be your shelter.  Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.  By my lover, I'll cover you.

Collins:
Open your door, I'll be your tenant.  Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet, but sweet kisses I've got to spare.  I'll be there, I'll cover you.

Both:
I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love; now I know you can rent it.  A new lease you are, my love, on life... be my life!  Just slip me on, I'll be your blanket.  Wherever, whatever, I'll be your coat.

Angel:
You'll be my king, I'll be your castle.

Collins:
No, you'll be my queen, and I'll be your moat.

Both:
I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love; now I know you can rent it.  A new lease you are, my love, on life.  All my life I've longed to discover something as true as this is.
 

Collins: So with a thousand Sweet kisses, I'll cover you. With a thousand Sweet kisses, I'll cover you.   When you're worn out And tired,   When you heart has expired

Angel: If you're cold and you're lonely,   You've got one nickel only With a thousand  Sweet kisses, I'll cover you. With a thousand  Sweet kisses, I'll cover you.

Both:
Oh, lover, I'll cover you.  Oh, lover, I'll cover you!
 

20. We're Okay (at the pay phone)
Joanne:
(on cel phone)
Steve - Joanne.  The Murget case?  A dismissal!  Good work, counselor!
(pay phone rings; into cel phone)
We're okay!
(into pay phone)
Honeybear, wait, I'm on the other phone.  Yes, I have the cowbell.  We're okay!
(into cel phone)
So tell them we'll sue, but a settlement will do.  Sexual harassment, and civil rights too!  Steve, you're great!
(into pay phone)
No, you cut the paper plate.  Didja cheat on Mark a lot, would you say?  We're okay!
Honey, hold on...
(into cel phone)
Steve, hold on.
(presses call waiting button on cel phone)
Hello?  Dad, yes, I beeped you.  Maureen is coming to mother's hearing!  We're okay!
(into pay phone)
Honeybear - what?  Newt's lesbian sister?  I'll tell them.
(into cel phone)
You heard?
(into pay phone)
They heard.  We're okay!
(into cel phone)
And to you, dad!
(presses call waiting button again as she's talking into the pay phone)
Yes - Jill is there?
(into cel phone)
Stove, gotta-
(into pay phone)
Jill with the short black hair?  The Calvin Klein model?
(into cel phone)
Steve, gotta go!
(into pay phone)
The model who lives in penthouse A?!?  We're... we're okay!  I'm on my way.
 

21. Christmas Bells (various locations)
Five Homeless People:
Christmas bells are ringing.
Christmas bells are ringing.
Christmas bells are ringing.
On tv.
At Saks.

Squeegieman:
Honest living, honest living, honest living, honest living, honest living, honest living.

Five Homeless:
Can't you spare a dime or two here but for the grace of God go you?  You'll be merry.  I'll be merry.  Tho' merry ain't in my vocabulary.  No sleigh bells, no Santa Claus, no Yule Log, no tinsel, no holly, no hearth, no

Soloist:
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer!

All Five:
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer!  No room at the Holiday Inn, oh no!  And it's beginning to snow.

Vendors:
Hats, bats, shoes, booze, mountain bikes, potpourri, leather bags, girlie mags, forty fives, AZT!

Vendor 1:
No one's buying, feel like crying.

All:
No room at the Holiday Inn, oh no!  And it's beginning to snow.

Vendor 2:
How about a fur, in perfect shape, owned by an MBA from uptown.  I got a tweed broke in by a greedy broker who went broke and then broke down.

Collins:
You don't have to do this.

Angel:
Hush your mouth, it's Christmas.
 

Collins: I do not deserve you, Angel. Give, give; All you do Is give. Give me some Way to show How you've touched Me so.

Angel: Wait - what's on  The floor? Let's see some more. No - no - no...

Angel:
Kiss me, it's beginning to snow!

Mark:
She said, "Would you light my candle?" And she put on a pout and she wanted you to take her out?

Roger:
Right.

Mark:
She got you out!

Roger:
She was more than okay, but I pushed her away.  It was bad, I got mad, and I had to get her out of my sight.

Mark:
Wait, wait, wait, you said she was sweet!

Roger:
Let's go eat.  I'll just get fat - it's the one vice left when you're dead meat.  There... that's her!

Mark:
Maureen?

Roger:
Mimi!

Mark:
Whoa!

Roger:
I should go.

Both:
Hey, it's beginning to snow!

Cops:
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

Mimi & Junkies:
Follow the Man, follow the Man with his pockets full of the jam.  Follow the Man, follow the Man, help me out, daddy, if you can!  Got any D, Man?

Man:
I'm cool.

Mimi & Junkies:
Got any C, Man?

Man:
I'm cool.

Mimi & Junkies:
Got any X, any smack, any horse, any jugie boogie boy, any blow?

Roger:
Hey.

Mimi:
Hey.

Roger:
I just want to say I'm sorry for the way-

Mimi:
Forget it.

Roger:
I blew up.  Can I make it up to you?

Mimi:
How?

Roger:
Dinner party?

Mimi:
That'll do.

Man:
Hey, lover boy, cutie pie!  You steal my client, you die!

Roger:
You didn't miss me, you won't miss her!  You'll never lack for customers!

Junkies:
I'm willin', I'm illin', I gotta get my sickness off!  Gotta run, gotta ride, gotta gun, gotta hide, gotta go!

Man:
And it's beginning to snow.

Benny:
(on cel phone)
Wish me luck, Alison, the protest is on!
 

Coat Vendor: L.L. Bean, Geoffrey Beene, Burberry zip-out Lining.

Junkies: Got any C, Man? Got any D, Man? Got any B, Man? Got any crack? Got any X?

Squeegieman:
Honest living!

Roger:
Mark, this is Mimi.

Mark/Mimi:
Hi.

Roger:
She'll be dining with us.

Coat Vendor:
Here's a new arrival.

Man:
That is an ounce.

Vendors:
Hats, dats, bats.

Collins:
That's my coat!

Coat Vendor:
We give discounts!

Mark:
I think we've met.

Angel:
Let's get a better one.

Collins:
It's a sham.

Mimi:
That's what he said.

Man:
I said it's a gram!

Collins:
But she's a thief!

Angel:
But she brought us together.

Benny:
Which investor is coming?

Collins:
I'll take the leather.

Benny:
Your father?  Damn!

(the following is sung simultaneously)

Homeless & Vendors:
Christmas bells are swinging, Christmas bells are ringing, Christmas bells are singing.  In my dreams.  Next year.  Once you donate you can go celebrate in a tuckahoe.  You'll feel cheery, I'll feel cheery, tho' I don't really know that theory.  No bathrobe, no Steuben glass, no cappuccino makers, no pearls, no diamonds.  No chestnuts roasting on an open fire, no chestnuts roasting on an open fire.  No room at the Holiday Inn, oh no!

Cops:
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas just like the one I used to know.  Jingle bells, prison cells.  Fa la la la, fa la la la, you have the right to remain silent night, holy night.  Fall on your knees oh night divine, you'll do some time.  Fa la la la la, fa la la la la.

Junkies:
Got any C, Man?  Got any D, Man?  Got any B, Man?  Got any X, crack?  I'm willin', I'm illin', gotta get my sickness off!  C-D help me, follow the Man, follow the Man, follow the Man.  Jugie boogie, jugie boogie.  Follow the Man, follow the Man.  Any crack, any X, any jugie boogie boy, any blow, any X, any jugie boogie boy?  Got any D, Man?  Got any C, Man?  Got any crack, any X, any jugie boogie?

Coat Vendor:
25!

Angel:
15!

Coat Vendor:
25!

Angel:
15!

Coat Vendor:
No way.  24.

Angel:
15.

Coat Vendor:
24.

Angel:
15.

Coat Vendor:
Not today.  23.

Angel:
15.

Coat Vendor:
23.

Angel:
15.

Coat Vendor:
23.

Angel:
15.  It's old!

Coat Vendor:
22.

Angel:
15.

Coat Vendor:
21.

Angel:
15.

Coat Vendor:
17.

Angel:
15

Coat Vendor:
15.

Angel:
Sold!

Mark & Roger:
Let's go to the lot.  Maureen's performing.

Mimi:
Who's Maureen?

Roger:
His ex.

Mark:
But I am over her.

Roger:
Let's not hold hands yet.

Mimi:
Is that a warning?

All Three:
He/you/I just need(s) to take it slow!  I should tell you, I should tell you, I should tell you, I should tell you, I should tell you...

All:
And it's beginning to
And it's beginning to
And it's beginning to...

Maureen:
Joanne, which way to the stage?

All:
Snow!!!
 

22. Over the Moon (the lot)
Mark:
Maureen's performance.

Maureen:
Last night I had a dream.  I found myself in a desert called Cyberland.  It was hot.  My canteen had sprung a leak and I was thirsty.  Out of the abyss walked a cow.  Elsie.  I asked if she had anything to drink.  She said, "I'm forbidden to produce milk.  In Cyberland, we only drink Diet Coke!"

She said, "Only thing to do it jump over the moon.  They've closed everything real down... like barns and troughs and performances spaces!  And replaced it all with lies and rules and virtual life.  But there is a way out..."

Backups:
Leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith.

Maureen:
"Only thing to do is jump over the moon."

I gotta get out of here!  It's like I'm tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse!  I've gotta find a way to jump over the moon!

Backups:
Leap of faith, leap of faith...

Maureen:
Only thing to do is jump over the moon!

Then a little bulldog entered.  His name, we have learned, was Benny, and although he once had principles, he abandoned them to live as a lap dog to a wealthy daughter of the revolution.  "That's bull," he said, "ever since the cat took up the fiddle, that cow's been jumpy.  And the dish and spoon were evicted from the table - and eloped... she's had trouble with that milk and the moon ever since.  Maybe it's a female thing, 'cause who'd want to leave Cyberland anyway?  Walls ain't so bad.  The dish and the spoon, for instance, were down on their luck, knocked on my doghouse door.  I said, 'Not in my backyard, utensils!  Go back to China!'"

"The only way out is up," Elsie whispered to me.  "A leap of faith.  Still thirsty?" she asked.  Parched.  "Have some milk."  I lowered myself beneath her and held my mouth to her swollen udder and sucked the sweetest milk I'd ever tasted!

"Climb on board," she said.  And as a harvest moon rose over Cyberland, we reared back and sprang into a gallop, leaping out of orbit!  I awoke singing

Backups:
Leap of faith, leap of faith...

Maureen:
Only thing to do, only thing to do it jump, only thing to do is jump over the moon.  Only thing to do is jump over the moon.  Over the moon, over the moooooooooooo.  Moooooooooooooo.  Moooooooooooooooo.  Moo with me!
(she encourages audience to moo.  If they're a good, nice, happy audience, they do.  Yay! I mean, moo!  Um... now back to our regularly scheduled program...)
Thank you!
 

23. La Vie Boheme (Life Cafe)
Waiter:
No, please, no!  Not tonight, please no!  Mister, can't you go?  Not tonight, can't have a scene!

Roger:
What?

Waiter:
Go, please go!  You!  Hello, sir.  I said no!  Very important customer.

Mark:
What am I, just a blur?

Waiter:
You sit all night, you never buy!

Mark:
That's a lie, that's a lie!  I had a tea the other day.

Waiter:
You couldn't pay!

Mark:
Oh yeah.

Collins:
Benjamin Coffin, III, here?

Waiter:
Oh no!

All:
Wine and beer!

Maureen:
The enemy of Avenue A.  We'll stay.

Waiter:
Oy vey!

Collins:
What brings the mogul in his own mind to the Life Cafe?

Benny:
I would like to propose a toast to Maureen's noble try.  It went well.

Maureen:
Go to Hell.

Benny:
Was the yuppie scum stomped?  Not counting the homeless, how many tickets weren't comp'ed?

Roger:
Why did Muffy-

Benny:
Alison!

Roger:
Miss the show?

Benny:
There was a death in the family if you must know.

Angel:
Who died?

Benny:
Our akita.

Benny, Mark, Angel, Collins:
Evita!

Benny:
Mimi, I'm surprised a bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers who don't adhere to deals!  They makes fun, yet I'm the one attempting to do some good.  Or do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night?  Bohemia, bohemia's a fallacy in your head.  This is Calcutta.  Bohemia is dead.

Mark:
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes.

Collins & Roger:
Dies irea, dies illa, kyrie eleison, yitgadal v' yitkadash...

Mark:
Here she lies.  No one knew her worth, the late, great daughter of Mother Earth.  On this night when we celebrate the birth in that little town of Bethlehem, we raise our glass - you bet your ass - to la vie boheme!

All:
La vie boheme.
La vie boheme.
La vie boheme.
La vie boheme.

Mark:
To days of inspirations, playing hookey, making something out of the nothing, the need to express, to communicate, to going against the grain, going insane, going mad!  To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention - of course - hating dear old mom and dad!  To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits, to fruits, to no absolutes, to Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice, to any passing fad!  To being an us for once, instead of a them!

All:
La vie boheme!
La vie boheme!

Maureen:
Is the equipment in a pyramid?

Joanne:
It is, Maureen.

Maureen:
The mixer doesn't have a case.  Don't give me that face.

Mr. Grey:
Ahhheem!!

Maureen:
Hey, Mister... she's my sister!

Waiter:
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls.

A Boy:
Ugh!

Collins:
It tastes the same.

Mimi:
If you close your eyes.

Waiter:
And thirteen orders of fries.  Is that it here?

All:
Wine and beer!

Mimi & Angel:
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese.  To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo, to huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou!

Maureen & Collins:
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion, creation, vacation

Mark:
Mucho masturbation!

Maureen & Collins:
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new.

Collins:
To Sontag.

Angel:
To Sondheim.

Four People:
To anything taboo!

Collins & Roger:
To Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage!

Collins:
Lenny Bruce

Roger:
Langston Hughes

Maureen:
To the stage!

Person 1:
To Uta

Person 2:
To Buddha

Person 3:
Pablo Neruda, too

Mark & Mimi:
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em!

All:
La vie boheme!

Maureen:
And wipe the speakers off before you pack.

Joanne:
Yes, Maureen.

Maureen:
Well, hurry back.
(they kiss)

Mr. Grey:
Sisters?

Maureen:
We're close.
(Angel and Collins kiss)

Angel, Collins, Maureen, Mark, Mr. Grey:
Brothers!

Mark, Angel, Mimi, & Three Others:
Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman!  German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana!

All:
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy, Vaclav Havel, the Sex Pistols, 8BC, to no shame, never playing the fame game.

Collins:
To marijuana!

All:
To sodomy, it's between God and me.  To S&M!

Benny:
Waiter, waiter, waiter!

All:
La vie boheme!

Collins:
In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner.  Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred.

Roger:
Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days!

Mark:
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the 11th Street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello - which she has never studied!

Benny:
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us?

Mimi:
There's nothing to know.

Benny:
Don't you think we should discuss-

Mimi:
It was three months ago.

Benny:
He doesn't act like he's with you.

Mimi:
We're taking it slow.

Benny:
Where is he now?

Mimi:
He's right... hmmm

Benny:
Uh-huh.

Mimi:
Where'd he go?

Mark:
Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.
(Roger picks up guitar and plays)
That - doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz".

Collins:
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying 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 virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, broadcasting the words,

All:
"Actual reality, ACT UP, fight AIDS!"

Benny:
Check!!

Mimi:
Excuse me, did I do something wrong?  I get invited then ignored all night long.

Roger:
I've been trying, I'm not lying!  No one's perfect, I've got baggage.

Mimi:
Life's too short, babe, time is flying.  I'm looking for baggage that goes with mime.

Roger:
I should tell you-

Mimi:
I've got baggage too.

Roger:
I should tell you-

Both:
Baggage - wine

All:
And beer!
(beepers go off)

Mimi:
AZT break.

Roger:
You?

Mimi:
Me.  You?

Roger:
Mimi...
 

24. I Should Tell You
Roger:
I should tell you I'm disaster.  I forget how to begin it.

Mimi:
Let's just make this part go faster.  I have yet to be in it.  I should tell you

Roger:
I should tell you

Mimi:
I should tell you

Roger:
I should tell you

Mimi:
I should tell you I blew the candle out just to get back in.

Roger:
I'd forgotten how to smile until your candle burned my skin.

Mimi:
I should tell you

Roger:
I should tell you

Mimi:
I should tell you

Both:
I should tell you.  Well, here we go, now we

Mimi:
Oh no.

Roger:
I know.  This something is... here goes...

Mimi:
Here goes.

Roger:
Guess so.  It's starting to... who knows...

Mimi:
Who knows.

Both:
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:
Oh no.

Mimi:
I know.

Roger:
Oh no.

Both:
Who knows where... who goes there?  Here goes... here goes... here goes... here goes... here goes... here goes...

25. La Vie Boheme B
Maureen:
Are we packed?

Joanne:
Yes, and by next week I want you to be.

Maureen:
Pookie?

Joanne:
And you should see, they've padlocked your building and they're rioting on Avenue B.  Benny called the cops.

Maureen:
That fuck!

Joanne:
They don't know what they're doing.  The cops are sweeping the lot, but no one's leaving.  They're sitting there... mooing!!

All:
Yeah!!  To dance!

A Girl:
No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection, muscle spasm, chiropractors, short careers, eating disorders!

All:
Film!

Mark:
Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations, dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood and sleaze!

All:
Music!

Angel:
Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, feeling, power, harmony and heavy competition!

All:
Anarchy!

Maureen & Collins:
Revolution, justice, screaming for solutions, forcing changes, risk and danger, making noise and making pleas!

All:
To faggots, lezzies, dykes, cross dressers, too!

Maureen:
To me!

Mark:
To me!

Collins & Angel:
To me!

All:
To you, and you and you, you and you!  People living with, living with, living with, not dying from, disease!  Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn la vie boheme!  La vie boheme!  La vie boheme!
 

Mark: Anyone out of the Mainstream. Is anyone in the Mainstream? Anyone alive with A sex drive. Tear down the wall Aren't we all? The opposite of war Isn't peace... It's creation.

Everyone else: La vie boheme! La vie boheme! La vie boheme!

All:
La vie boheme!

Mark:
The riot continues.  The Christmas tree goes up in flames.  The snow dances.  Oblivious, Mimi and Roger share a small, lovely kiss.

All:
Viva la vie boheme!!!