RENT in Fifteen Minutes
Mark:
Fuck. Roger, check it out, we're getting evicted.
Roger: Oooh. Can
we set shit on fire?
Mark: Totally.
Roger: Hey, look: whore on
floor two. See? (Winks at Mimi)
Mimi: (Winks at Angel)
Mark:
Wait, where the fuck is Collins?
Collins:
Owww…
Angel: Hola! I be Angel magnifique! C'mon, I'll heal you
with the Wonders of Sex.
Collins: I'm so there. Wait a sec, can't.
I have AIDS.
Angel: Haha, sucks for you - oh wait, I have AIDS
too. Come to support group with me?
Collins: Yeah, right after
sex. Hang on - are you a guy or a girl?
Angel: Um.
Collins: Oh.
Mark:
I have to go find Collins. I hope he's not having sex with a drag
queen again.
Roger: Kay, have fun!
Roger: Woe! The pain that is my life! The constant strain, the endless strife! April's dead, can't be my wife, 'cause I'm a silly tart. So now I'm pining for my ex! I'm whining 'bout the lack of sex. The wand of fate has cast a hex upon my noble heart! Whoo. THANK YOU, AIDS GROUP!
Mimi:
Dude, light my candle?
Roger: Yeah, sure. Is that a sex
metaphor?
Mimi: Well, if you have to ask…
Roger: Wait, wait!
I've seen those breasts before. You look like my non-Hispanic,
non-brunette, non-anorexic dead ex-girlfriend, April.
Mimi: Yeah.
Light my candle?
Roger: So, like. You like guitarists?
Mimi:
LIGHT MY CANDLE!
Roger: Yeah, yeah. Hey, where have I seen you
before?
Mimi: Light my candle? I work at a strip club.
Roger:
Hey, I don't work at all!
Mimi: Light my candle. Like my
ass?
Roger: Hell, yes.
Mimi: Light my candle. You look like my
dad. Sleep with me?
Roger: See above: Hell, yes.
Collins:
Check out this catch.
Mark: Nice chick you got there. I'd do
her.
Collins: …You do know Angel's a guy, right?
Angel: A guy
who just killed our landlord's shitty dog.
Mark/Roger: I'd do
her.
Angel/Collins: Get in line.
Mark:
Heya, Drama Queen Maureen said you need my help.
Joanne: No way!
I'm fine on my own! –electrocutes self-
Mark: So, like. DQM
calls you Pookie? It means she's dumping you.
Joanne: Noooo. She
never calls me that.
DQM: HEYYYYY, POOKIE!
Joanne: FUCK!
Gordon:
I'm, like, almost dead, but hey, I feel great.
Angel: Me
too!
Collins: Yeah, me –
Mark: -makes tons of noise- Mind if
I put you in a documentary and expose your innermost feelings to the
outside world?
Life Support Members: Sure, go ahead, whatever.
Collins:
I'm opening up a restaurant in Santa Fe.
Mark: But, um, Collins,
you don't cook…
Angel: Or manage things…
Roger: Or live in
Santa Fe…
Collins: …So?
Angel:
Love you, bitch.
Collins: Love you too, babe.
Mimi:
Yo, dude. Drugs. NOW.
The Man: Sure.
Roger: HANDS OFF MY
CHICK!
The Man: Yo, you wanna go?
Roger: No, I want to have sex
with Mimi.
Mimi: I'd go for that.
DQM:
MOOOOOOOOOOOO!
…
…
…
Roger: So anyways. Come with
me to Bohemia's birthday party?
Mimi: …Sure…
DQM: MOOOOO!
Mark:
Inspiration!
Angel: Dildos!
Roger: Mylifesucks…
DQM: Hey
baby, wanna have sex?
Benny's Client: AHEM.
DQM: Duhhh… she's
my sister…
All: TO S&M!
Benny & Client: I'm so outta
here.
Roger:
DUDE! There's a PADLOCK on our DOOR!
Angel: Like, really. –smashes
padlock-
Mimi: Roger, baby, will you dress up as a girl for
me?
Roger: HEY! Where's our shit?
DQM: Mark? Wanna sell out and
make money?
Mark: Oh, fuck you. –develops erection-
DQM:
-totally notices- You want I should take care'a that?
DQM:
Haha, we're engaged… great… oooh, sexy waitress.
Joanne: DQM!
STFU! I HATE YOU WE'RE SO TOTALLY OVER! -spazx10-
Maureen's Mom:
Oh, so does that mean she can date you again, Marky-pie?
Mimi:
NO.
Roger: …
Mimi: I mean, cause, um, Mark's… a guy? A guy,
right?
Mark: Yes. I'm a guy.
Roger: I wouldn't be so
sure.
Audience: WHERE THE HELL IS BENNY?
Benny:
Two years ago I slept with Mimi.
Roger!!!
Mimi: Duh, that was
before I met you.
Roger: Don't care. Go die on the street.
Mimi:
-obeys-
Angel: -is totally dead-
Collins: SHIIIIT!
Roger:
-is still sulking-
Roger:
Mkay, so I'm going to Santa Fe.
Mark: I'm so over with this shitty
job.
Roger: He-hey, check it out! I'm back in New York again.
DQM:
SHIIIIIIT! MIMI'S HALF-DEAD!
Collins: You want I should call an
ambulance?
Roger: Nah, I'ma sing her a song.
Mark: Dude, when I
said take a year to write a song, I didn't MEAN it.
Roger:
Shaddup. Mimi, your eyes are great. -stares at Mimi's forehead-
Mimi:
Yeah… soooo… Angel said I should, um, not die, so I'm here.
Mark:
CHECK OUT MY AWESOME MOVIE!