Phantom of the Paradise

BEEF-Man wewe better get yourself a castrato for this.
It’s a little out of my range.

SWAN-Something bothering you, Beef?

BEEF-This was scored for a chick! I'm not doing it in drag.

SWAN-You can sing it better than any bitch.

BEEF-You don't know how right wewe are, Goliath. Okay, boys, from the bridge. Hit it. (Beef sings part of “Old Souls”) Who says I can't sing it?

SWAN-I like it. Keep working on it. Drop an octave here,
change a line there. Make it completely yours.
(Swan exists)

BEEF-Far out. (Goes back and looks over the music.) Doesn't that kinda change the whole thing?

PHILIBIN-You heard him. Make it yours. If it sounds
good, nobody will care what it's about?

BEEF-Is that so?

PHILIBIN-Nobody cares what anything’s about.

BEEF-ls that right?

PHILIBIN-Who listens to lyrics anyway?

BEEF-Dry up, tubbo.

PHILIBIN-Next!What's your name, sweetheart?

PHOENIX-Phoenix.

PHILIBIN--Let's see what wewe got.

PHOENIX-Do I get to sing this time?

PHILIBIN--You mean you're really a singer?

PHOENIX-Yes, I'm a singer.

PHILIBIN-Try to forget it. We're not looking for
singers. We're looking for screamers.

PHOENIX-I'm not a screamer. I'm a singer.

SWAN-Phoenix. swan here. I want wewe to answer a question.

PHOENIX-Yes?

SWAN-What would wewe give me to sing?

PHOENIX-Anything wewe wanted.

SWAN-Anything? Would wewe give me your voice?

PHOENIX-Try me.