FZ:
Then, from out of the corner from the stage, comes Roy Ralph Estrada,
perturbed at the present situation within the Mothers.
Roy:
Domino, Domino, Domino Biz-bo-OH,
Domino Biz-bo-OH, Amen, Domino Biz-bo, Hallelujah, eh . . .
Ian:
Et cum spiritu tuo . . .
Roy:
Ian, I don't think I qualify for the Mothers
FZ:
(They're making up their lines as they go along, isn't it thrilling?)
Ian:
Why, Roy?
Roy:
Because I don't think I'm qualified. I think, I think I'm holding the group back because
I'm a MEXICAN. And also because I don't play bass good.
Ian:
I don't care how you can play bass but we have NO MEXICANS in this group.
Roy:
And I wanna join your group.
Ian:
No Mexicans!
Roy:
I can sing opera, I have already quit, I cut my hair, I got all my shit together here. I can do it.
Ian:
I don't care how you look you gotta be able to cut the part.
Roy:
I can sing. Please. Please, Ian, give me a CHANCE.
Ian:
I don't believe you can sing.
Roy:
Ah, PLEASE! Ah, Ian, please, hear my PLEA! PLEASE, IAN! PLE-E-E-EASE!
I can do it, give me a CHANCE! PLEASE! Please, IAN!
FZ:
(Try me!)
Roy:
BWAH-AH-AH-AH! Please!
Ian:
Okay Mexican
Roy:
Please?
Ian:
Okay Mexican
Roy:
Okay.
Ian:
Sing this note:
Roy (with JCB):
You think everything gonna be alright.
Ian:
Okay. You passed the first part of your audition. Now you gotta sing . . .
Roy:
Mi, mi, mi, mi . . .