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Friday, March 1, 2002
Transcribed and edited by Cindy Popiela and Karen Ross.
At The Funhouse
Starr and Troy look at each other.
Starr: I don't get it Mister. (she goes to pull on the chains)
Troy: (laughing) She's talking to me.
Starr: The sign outside says Funhouse, but it doesn't look like you're having very much fun.
Troy: No, no, no, not again. Oh, you're hallucinating again.
Starr: Handcuffs . . . cool!
Troy: Oh no. I was getting better. How can this be happening?
Starr: What's with the wheel thing? Is it some kind of ride?
Troy: No, no, Troy. No, now you're just imagining some kind of strange little munchkin.
Starr: Hey!
Troy: It's the fever. It's the fever.
Starr: What?
Troy: Yes, you still have a fever. It must be the spider bite.
Starr: A spider? Get out! What kind? A black widow? A fiddleback? I know names and mating habits of hundreds of spiders.
Troy: Oh great, hundreds of spiders. Great! That's great. Ok, you can go now little munchkin. (leaning towards her) You can go.
Starr: No way. This place is way more cooler than Reptile Roundup.
Troy: Oh, it's just a figment of your imagination. That's all it is.
Starr: Hey, I'm no figment! I'm as real as you are.
Troy: You what? You . . .
Starr: What's wrong with you? Don't I look real? (she starts to dance a little) Ta da! Can a figment do that, huh?
Troy: Where did, where did you come from?
Starr: Well you see, I was suppose to go to Reptile Roundup, but instead I wound up here.
Troy: How did you get in here?
Starr: Well the door was open and there was a mirror and I pushed on it.
Troy: You're real! (laughing)
Starr: Of course I'm real.
Troy: You're real! Oh, you're real! Thank God! Little girl, you're going to help me get out of here. Little girl, please . . . Please, I need your help. I want you to go outside and tell your parents, okay? Tell them to come on in here, okay!
Starr: They're not out there.
Troy: Well you couldn't have come by yourself, right? Somebody's got to be with you.
Starr: Nope, just me.
Troy: Oh no, no. Ok. Ok. Ok. How did you get here?
Starr: Taxi.
Troy: Taxi! Taxi . . . see that's great. Good. Go tell the cab driver to come in here, okay?
Starr: He already drove away. So where did the spider go?
Troy: Oh no, no, the spider ran away.
Starr: (walking around the back side of the wheel) I bet I can find it.
Troy: Oh no, no, no, little girl . . . little girl don't go wandering off please. This is very important. I need your help. I need you to help me down from here.
Starr: You mean that wheel is like a ride or something?
Troy: No, no, no. Listen to me . . . Listen to me . . . I need you to go home, and I need you to tell your parents to come here, okay! Can you do that for me?
Starr: No, you see they're really mad at me right now, because I told them that a guy tried to kidnap me, but he really didn't.
Troy: Ok. Ok. Never mind. Never mind. Please . . . please. Now what I want you to do is call the police. Now all you have to do is dial 911, okay?
Starr: Everybody knows how to call the cops.
Troy: Ok, good. (pulling out her cell phone) You have a cell phone? YOU HAVE a cell phone!
Starr: Who doesn't?
Troy: Oh . . . oh please don't let me be delirious. Little girl . . . please . . . just call 911.
Starr: No problemo. (holding up the phone) No dice! I can't get a signal here.
Troy: Oh no, no, no, no.
Starr: I told my dad to get an upgrade on this, but would he listen? NO! I have to cry or spit up for him to listen.
Troy: Ok, ok, listen. Listen to me little munchkin. I want you to do me a favor, okay? I want you to go outside and I want you to call the police, okay! I want you to call the police and I want you to tell them the address here is 543 Long Pond Road. Can you remember that? Huh? Yeah. Good. Please . . . please . . . little girl if you save me, you're going to be a hero.
Starr: Then my parents will have to pay attention to me!
Troy: Yes . . . yes . . . absolutely they will. Now go . . . hurry . . . go . . . hurry and try.
Starr: I'll do more than try! I'll do it!
Troy: Okay.
Starr: I'd like to see Jack save a man on a wheel. (she starts to leave)
Troy: Don't forget . . . don't forget . . . 543 Long Pond Road, okay!
Starr: Who chained you up like that anyway?
Troy: A very, very bad person. (Starr leaves and Troy starts to laugh)
Later.
Troy: Come through for me. Come through for me. (swallowing) Oh god, I'm so thirsty. Thirsty! No, don't even think about it Troy, just think about the little girl. Think about the little girl. You're my only hope munchkin. You're my only hope. You and your parents . . . whoever they are.
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