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
