Little Sally Lines for Urinetown
My lines for Urinetown the Musical.
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Lockstock: ...These people have been waiting for hours to get in; it's the only amenity they can afford to get into.
Say, Officer Lockstock, is this where you tell the audience about the water shortage?
Lockstock: What's that, Little Sally?
You know, the water shortage. The hard times. The drought. A shortage so awful that private toilets eventually became unthinkable. A premise so absurd that-
Lockstock: Whoa there, Little Sally. Not all at once. They'll hear more about the water shortage in the next scene.
Oh. I guess you don't want to overload them with too much exposition, huh?
Lockstock: Everything in its time, Little Sally. You're too young to understand it now, but nothing can kill a show like too much exposition.
How about bad subject matter?
Or a bad title even? That could kill a show pretty good.
Lockstock: later on you'll learn that these public bathrooms and controlled by a private company. They keep admission high, generally, so if you're down on your luck you have to come to a place like this- one of the poorest, filthiest urinals in town.
And you can't just go in the bushes either, there's laws against it.
Lockstock: ...Isn't that so Little Sally?
I'm very close, Officer. Only a few pennies away.
Penny: all right, folks, you know the drill. Form a line and have yer money ready. We'll not be repeating yesterday's fiasco, and that means you, Old Man Strong.
Four hundred and ninety seven. Just a few more. Penny for a pee, sir? Please, sir, spare a penny for a morning pee, sir?
Senator Fipp: What's that?
Or a nickle or a dime?
Senator Fipp: Out of my way, child! I've peeing of my own to tend to.
Act One Scene Three Opening
...five hundred and thirty-seven, five hundred and thirty-eight, just a few more...
Lockstock: Well, hello there, Little Sally. Awfully late for a little girl to be out and about. Especially on a night like tonight.
Oh. Just tryin' to scrape together a few coins before the late-night rush is all. Got one to spare?
Lockstock: Sure, Little Sally. I'm in a good mood tonight.
Gee, thanks. (Squirrels coin away) Say, Officer Lockstock, I was thinkin'. We don't spend much time on hydraulics, do we?
Lockstock: Hydraulics, Little Sally?
You know, hydraulics. Hydration. Irrigation. Or just plain old laundry. Seems to me that with all the talk of water shortage and the drought and whatnot, we might spend some time on those things, too. After all, a dry spell would affect hydraulics, too, you know.
Lockstock: Why, sure it would, Little Sally. But...how can I put it? Sometimes- in a musical- it's better to focus on one big thing rather than a lot of little things. The audience tends to be much happier that way. And it's easier to write.
(thinks this over) One big thing, huh?
Lockstock: That's right, Little Sally.
Oh. (Pause) Then why not hydraulics?
Lockstock: Run along, then, Little Sally. Wouldn't want you to miss last call. Ms. Pennywise won't hold the gate forever, you know.
Oh, yeah, right. Thanks for the coin! Bye!
Bobby: In this darkness, I'm afraid you can't see me at all. But a bright, shining world is waiting to start, I can feel it. Come to Amenity Number Nine tomorrow. I'll show it to you.
She loves him, doesn't she, Officer Lockstock?
Lockstock: Sue, she does, Little Sally. He's the hero of the show, she has to love him.
Yeah. Everyone loves Bobby Strong. (pause) What's it like, Officer Lockstock?
Lockstock: What's what like, Little Sally?
Lockstock: Oh, I can't tell you that, Little Sally.
Lockstock:...With everybody singings and things like that.
Oh. I get it.
Lockstock: Well, I should be going. It's time for the next scene.
The next morning at the amenity, when the new fee hikes are announced.
: Daily we break them 'cause we have to follow orders.
Haven't you enough Mrs. Strong?
Cladwell: That's my amenity, Officers. I want all of these people taken away.
Officer Lockstock, what's happening?
Lockstock: Why, its the Act One finale, Little Sally. This is where Cladwell arrives to snuff out the uprising. It's a bit song-and-dance number involving the entire cast.
Snuff out the uprising? But what about Bobby's dreams?
Lockstock: ...No, dreams are meant to be crushed. It's nature's way.
This may not be a happy musical, Officer Lockstock, but it's still a musical. And when a little girl has been given as many lines as I have, there's still hope for dreams.
Tiny Tom: No shorter than yesterday. Unless I've grown.
You can punish our bodies, Mr. Cladwell, but you can never punish our spirits.
Lockstock: Where are they hiding, Little Sally?! Tell me and I'll see things go easy on you.
Easy on me. You mean like sending me to the nice part of Urinetown?!
Lockstock: That can be arranged.
Save it for one of your other stoolies, Officer Lockstock. My heart's with the rebellion. And besides, the way I see it, I'm already in Urinetown. We all are. Even you.
Lockstock: Me? In Urinetown?
Sure. The way I see it, Urinetown isn't so much a place as it is a metaphysical place.
Hot Blades Harry: I say five more seconds and then we let her have the rope. Five...four...three, two, one!
Geez, that was a close one. cops crawlin all over the place.
Little Becky Two-Shoes: Little Sally! Where the hell have you been?!
Spyin' near the tower, is all. Cladwell and Fipp and Ms. Pennywise, they was all meetin' up there. Some kind of-I don't know what you want to call it-a quorum of some kind.
Hot Blades Harry: That's it, she gets the rope.
Little Becky Two-Shoes: String her up!
Wait a minute! You can't just give her the rope!
Hot Blades Harry: Why not?!
Because killin' her would make us no better than them.
Little Becky Two-Shoes: Haven't you heard, Little Sally? We are no better than them. In fact, we're worse.
Hot Blades Harry
: ...Bing! Bang! Boom! Let's get tough, playin' rough. Snuff that girl.
Snuff that girl? But killing people is wrong.
The Poor: Whaa?!
Little Becky Two-Shoes: But why?! We want to hang her as revenge for her father's crimes.
I think he's just in love with her, that's what I think.
Run Freedom Run ends
What do we do now?
Bobby: What do you think, Little Sally?
I think it might be difficult for your love to grow with Hope tied to that chair for the rest of her life.
Josephine: ...Little Sally? What's going on up there?
I saw Bobby.
Josephine: Yes? (Second time)
I...I don't think the meeting went very well.
Josephine: Why do you say that?
Well, they threw him off a building.
Josephine: What are you saying, Little Sally? Who threw who off a building?
Bobby. The policemen. They threw him off a building.
Soupy Sue: They couldn't have done such a thing; we have Cladwell's daughter.
Well, they did
Tiny Tom: Is...is he all right?
Josephine: Well, is he?!
Oh, Bobby. The policemen came soon enough but not before I heard his last words.
Robby the Stockfish: His last words?
That's right. It was about her.
Soupy Sue: Well, what were they?!
Soupy Sue: "No one is innocent?" What did he mean by that?
I don't know, he started fading in and our after a while. It ws a miracle he was alive at all, the fall was so horrible.
Little Becky Two-Shoes: Not innocent?! Who the hell does he think he is?
Wait! Wait, please. There's more. He said...
The Poor: Yes?!
And then he expired.
The Poor: Whaa-?! (After Penny walks in)
Penny: ...But there were also the found farwells and the late night trysts. Life was an explosion filled with riots, cheap cabarets, dancing girls-
Hope: The only thing we need now is freedom, Daddy. For the people.
Lockstock: ...The UGC was renamed the Bobby Strong Memorial Toilet Authority and was operated as a public trust for the benefit of the public.
Officer Lockstock? Where'd you go?
Lockstock: Just keeping my head down, Little Sally. Something you should learn to do.
But aren't you scared the rebels will see you?
Lockstock: Of course, it wasn't long before the water turned salty, brackish, and then disappeared altogether. As cruel as Caldwell B. Cladwell was, his measures effectively regulated water consumption, sparing the town from the same fate as the phantom Urinetown. Hope chose to ignore the warning sings, however, preferring to bask in the people's love for as long as it lasted.
What kind of musical is this?! The good guys finally take over and then everything starts falling apart?!
Lockstock: Like I said, Little Sally, this isn't a happy musical.
But the music's so happy!
: We see a river flowing for freedom, we see a river just in view, you see a river flowing for freedom, you see a river straight and true.
I don't think too many people are going to come see this musical, Officer Lockstock.
Officer Lockstock: Why do you say that, Little Sally? Don't you think people want to be told that their way of life is unsustainable?
That- and the title's awful. Can't we do a happy musical next time?