ROGER:

What'd you forget?

MIMI:

Got a light?

ROGER:

I know you, you're... you're shivering

MIMI:

It's nothing, they turned off my heat

And I'm just a little weak on my feet,

Would you light my candle?

What are you staring at?

ROGER:

Nothing, your hair in the moonlight

You look familiar...

Can you make it?

MIMI:

Just haven't eaten much today

At least the room stopped spinning anyway

What?

ROGER:

Nothing, your smile reminded me of--

MIMI:

I always remind people of...who is she?

ROGER:

She died. Her name was April

MIMI:

It's out again

Sorry 'bout your friend

Would you light my candle?

ROGER:

Well-

MIMI:

Yeah. Ow!

ROGER:

Oh, the wax, it's--

MIMI:

Dripping! I like it between my --

ROGER:

Fingers! I figured.

Oh, well. Goodnight.

(Mimi exits; then knocks again)

It blew out again?

MIMI:

No! I think that I dropped my stash

ROGER:

I know I've seen you out and about

When I used to go out

Your candle's out

MIMI:

I'm illin', I had it when I walked through the door

It was pure!

Is it on the floor?

ROGER:

The floor?

MIMI:

They say that I have the best ass

Below 14th Street

Is it true?

ROGER:

What?

MIMI:

You're staring again

ROGER:

Oh no...

I mean you do...have a nice...

I mean...you look familiar

MIMI:

Like your dead girlfriend?

ROGER:

Only when you smile

But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else

MIMI:

Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?

That's where I work, I dance.

Help me look!

ROGER:

Yes!

They used to tie you up...

MIMI:

It's a living...

ROGER:

I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs

MIMI:

We could light the candle

Oh won't you light the candle

ROGER:

Why don't you forget that stuff?

You look like you're sixteen

MIMI:

I'm nineteen! But I'm old for my age

I'm just born to be bad

ROGER:

I once was born to be bad

I used to shiver like that

MIMI:

I have no heat, I told you--

ROGER

I used to sweat

MIMI:

I got a cold...

ROGER:

Uh huh, I used to be a junkie

MIMI:

But now and then I like to--

ROGER:

Uh huh

MIMI:

Feel good

ROGER:

Here it...um...

MIMI:

What's that?

ROGER:

It's a candy bar wrapper...

MIMI:

We could light the candle

Oh what'd you do with my candle?

ROGER:

That was my last match

MIMI:

Our eyes will adjust.

Thank God for the Moon

ROGER:

Maybe it's not the moon at all

I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street

MIMI:

Bah humbug ... bah humbug

ROGER:

Cold hands

MIMI:

Yours too.

Big. Like my father's

You wanna dance?

ROGER:

With you?

MIMI:

No - with my father

ROGER:

I'm Roger

MIMI

They call me

They call me Mimi