The Apple

Dandi:
[singing] It's the natural, natural, natural desire... meet an actual, actual, actual vampire!

Hippie Leader:
These are the children of the '60s... commonly known as "hippies".

[singing]

Dandi:
There ain't no pride/

Pandi:
There ain't no shame/

Dandi:
There ain't no sympathy/

Pandi:
There ain't no blame/

Dandi:
There ain't no pleasure/

Pandi:
There ain't no pain!

Alphie:
It *was* an earthquake! I didn't dream it!

Mr. Boogalow:
Of course you didn't. When I signed my first contract, I also felt the world was going to pieces.

Mr. Boogalow:
Cheers.

[singing]

Bibi, Alphie:
Where has all the pity gone?/

Bibi:
I stand alone/

Alphie:
I stand alone/

Bibi, Alphie:
Cry for me.

[singing]

Pandi:
Come and take me/And shape me/And mold me/And make me/And fill me up with your fire/Come do anything to me your little heart desires!

[on the roof of a building]

Bibi:
I've never been so high in my life!

Dandi:
You're joking.

[singing]

Bibi:
From New York out to L.A./Everybody does it her way/Pumpin' power/By the hour/Speed!/I can feel the earth start quakin'/When America starts shakin'/Pumpin' power/By the hour/Speed!

[singing]

Mr. Boogalow:
Like a puppet on a string/Like a monkey on a swing/Man is clinging to the ropes/Of the fantasies and hopes/We are dangling/He's so eager to believe/And so easily deceived/Like a baby watching magic/He's so gullible it's tragic/In a word, naive.

Mr. Boogalow:
[entering "Hell"] Do you like it?

Bibi:
I love it!

Alphie:
I hate it!

Mr. Boogalow:
You can go back to Paradise.

[singing]

Dandi:
Magic apple/Mystery apple/Take a little ride/Let me be your guide/Through the apple paradise!

[singing]

Mr. Boogalow:
Reaching the top is such a long, hard climb/Millions of people stand and wait in line/Do you think I got there being patient and kind?/Yes, I know how to be a/Master!

Alphie's Landlady:
It's 12:00! How can a man sleep so long?

[looking at Alphie's sleeping area]

Alphie's Landlady:
Oh, my God, what happened in here last night, a pogrom?

Mr. Boogalow:
Don't tell me you're going to start all over again?

Mr. Topps:
Yes. But this time, without you.

Mr. Boogalow:
Without me? But, my dear Topps, you know that isn't possible. The world simply cannot exist without me.

Mr. Topps:
Let's give it a try.

Shake:
First you sell it. Then you make it. That's marketing.