Oh good God, there's no time for that now. Get cracking! And Al, please pass the quatrotriticali (sp.) soup, I'm hungry! Boris, I love it! We'll have you playing Mr. Lee yet, especially since Rocco may be more suited to the role of Lewis Morris. Say H, have you ever been to a meeting of the New York Legislature?

Mr. Maher, now why didn't I think of that?

The Chair is happy to offer clarification. In the laser disc commentary, Mr. Peter H. Hunt (I wonder how much mail he gets from people who think he directed the best Bond film OHMSS and how much Mr. Peter (no H.) Hunt gets from people who think he's responsible for this magnificent musical) said that he "honestly couldn't recall" why he didn't import Betty Buckley for the film and admitted it sounded hard to believe (especially since he was quite vivid recalling Betty's audition).

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HAIL LEWIS MORRIS! Mr. Courteous Abstention himself. Another spineless weasel who's terrified of ending up on the losing side. Trying to cover his precious hiney in the crunch. Trying to burn his candle at both ends while sporting the fruitiest wig west of Fire Island. (Jacket courtesy of My Blue Heaven Apparel, Harrisburg PA.)

Which role STINKETH the most??!!

And what's THIS? Someone has resurrected Templeton? Without ME? No role, no invitation waiting in my mailbox ... GOD, I have the sudden urge to knock heads together!

He does not exist.
He is simply a figment of someone's imagination.

Howard, good sir, could you please send me a libretto with which to study Mr. Lee's lines for next year's production?

You are without any doubt a rogue, a rascal, a thief, a villian, a scoundrel, and a mean, dirty, stinking, snivelling, sneaking, pimping, pocket-picking, twice double-damned no-good son-of-a-bitch!

TO: L Bloom
FROM: M Bialystock
RE: Wedge

THAT'S OUR CHASE!

TO: M Bialystock
FROM: L Bloom
RE: Wedge

Chase, perhaps. However, endeavoring to prioritize, let us not forget our Octoberfest production of "Springtime For Hitler". In which case I predict:

THAT'S OUR HITLER!

Leo

PRISONERS OF LOVE!
BLUE SKIES ABOVE!
CAN'T KEEP OUR HEARTS IN JAIL!

PRISONERS OF LOVE!
CAN'T KEEP OUR HEARTS IN JAIL!
BLUE SKIES ARE ABOVE!

Regarding your thinly veiled references to myself earlier at this thread.

In any case, if I were to respond to your Declaration of Disappointment, others may get the impression that we were effecting a reconciliation of some kind. And I am not going to deliver THAT straight line to Mr. Kinsinger nor am I going to effect that which is not necessary considering, with all due respect, the thinly-veiled understanding we both have of where each of us, respective-LEE, comes from.

Therefore, the national bird of America...has been given.

I am not seeking any kind of reconciliation, for I have no quarrel with you……so you can sheathe your dirk.

I am merely communicating my appreciation of your presence at the message board, whilst registering some disappointment that rather than discuss our differences of opinion, you generally only utter personal remarks about me.

The Turkey.

THE TURKEY

You did it, Howard.

And your obligatory Brit-bashing is de trop. The Continental Congress came very close to making German the official United Statesian language. Das is was Sie wollen, Herr Howard? Deutsche fur die Vereinigten Staten? Do you really want to put the goddam verb at the end of every goddam sentence, like they do in Vienna and Lancaster, Pennsylvania? I say: thank goodness for the limey slimebags. Otherwise the verb at the end of the sentence we would still be putting. (Und modals auch.)

Howard, you're a big fat piece of poo. And your affectatious archness reminds me of what Pauline Kael said about *1776*: "The show doesn't even have enough spirit to be campy; it's just arch---about a quarter of the way to camp."

You have a decision to make, Howard. You can either shut yer bloody gob. Or I can program my Raymond Burr android to sit on yer face. The choice is yours.