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| Narrator: “Last time, on Young Hercules-- ”
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| [[[[[[H: “Orpheus-- when you’re right, you’re right. This place | |
| is amazing.” Eurydice [Eur]: “Be one of us-- Hercules--
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| forever-ever.” H: “Nooooo!” Bacchus [Bac]: “After them!” H:
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| “Whoa, whoa.” Cheiron: “The mark of the Bacchae. Come
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| sundown-- she’ll belong to Bacchus.” H: “We’ll see about that.”
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| Orpheus [Or]’s Voice: “Some of the Bacchae remember a story-- ”
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| Or: “-- a kind of riddle-- about-- washing your spirit clean.”
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| Bac: [Yells] H: “Are you OK?” Lilith [Lil]: “I think so.”
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| H: “Come on.”]]]]]]
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| I: “Hercules! Hercules. Uh! Where’s Jason? He’s gotta hear
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| this.”
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| H: “He’s gettin’ ready for his coronation. Hey, did you know,
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| who’s drilling the honor guards?”
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| I: “Oh, not Lilith.”
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| H: “Uh-huh.”
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| I: “Poor guards. Oh, well-- their loss. Guess who’s performing
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| live at Kora’s tonight? Orpheus.”
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| H: “Ooh! Can we finish this later?”
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| I: “So, are you gonna come along to the biggest event ever, or
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| are you gonna stay here doing-- Hercules things?”
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| H: “Iolaus-- is it just me, or do you remember that Orpheus and
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| Eurydice used to snag victims for my brother, Bacchus? Huh?
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| They tried to suck us into their sick little cult.”
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| I: “This is at Kora’s. OK? You beat the Bacchae cult. You
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| beat Bacchus. He’s out of the picture.”
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| H: “He’s a god, Iolaus. They’re never out of the picture”
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| I: “You’re missing the point, Hercules. Eurydice and Orpheus
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| are stars, now. They need management. They need protection.
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| Y’see? That’s where you and me come in.”
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| H: “No-- that’s where I get off.”
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| I: “OK. Fine, I’ll-- I’ll just tell Eurydice you can’t make
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| it.”
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| H: “No. No, I mean-- I didn’t say I’m not comin’-- I, you know,
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| I just-- meant that I’m only goin’ to keep you out of trouble.
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| Ooh! Let’s go.”
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| Bac’s Voice: “Do not let these two enter.”
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| I: “Thank you.”
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| Ticket Agent: “Yeah.”
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| Bouncer [Bou]: “Hold it!”
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| I: “Oh. Oh, no, no, it’s OK. We’re friends of the band.”
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| Bou: “Take a hike-- losers!”
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| Girl’s Voice: “Hey! Jerk.”
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| H: “Just forget it. All right?”
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| Eur: “Hercules!”
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| H: “Eurydice.”
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| Eur: “By the gods! This is wonderful! Let me give you some
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| passes.”
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| H: “Thanks.”
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| Bou: “Now, wati a minute!”
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| Eur: “Get back to your post. These are honored guests.”
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| H [Mouths]: “Honored guests.”
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| Eur: “Follow me. You’re not gonna believe-- Orpheus’ music.
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| This is gonna be the most incredible thing you’ve ever
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| experienced.”
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| H: “Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.”
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| Bac: “Incredible, yes-- and maybe-- the last--”
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| [ACT I]
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| H: “Eurydice!”
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| Groupie: “A pass? Are you a friend of the band?”
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| I: “A-ha! Oh-- oh, yes. Me and Orpheus-- we go _way_ back.”
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| H: “Eurydice!”
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| Eur: “Over here!”
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| H: “OK. Hey, I’m gonna, uh, uh-- ”
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| I: “That’s great. OK.”
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| Bac: “I told you-- not-- to admit Hercules.”
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| Bou: “I tried, Bacchus. But Eurydices [sic] let him in. You
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| said not to make her suspicious.”
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| Eur: “Oh, Hercules! It’s so great to see you, again!”
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| H: “Uh-- uh-- uh-- w-, you, too. Uh, I’m a-I’m a little
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| confused, still. I mean, I thought that you, uh-- weren’t you
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| a-- ?
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| Eur: “A Bacchae?”
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| H: “Hmm.”
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| Eur: “Yeah, but-- now I’m free.”
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| H: “Oh. How?”
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| Eur: “Orpheus did it. Oh-- Hercules, you would have no idea how
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| fabulous he is! He worked it out with Bacchus.”
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| H: “Yeah-- he’s fabulous.”
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| Eur: “My life’s my own again, and I owe it _all_ to Orpheus.”
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| H: “He’s sure doin’ well for himself, huh? Oh-- ”
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| Eur: “Isn’t it great? He’s finally getting all the fame he
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| deserves.”
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| H: “That’s, uh-- that’s great.”
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| Bou: “What’s Hercules want? Huh? Orpheus?”
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| I: “Hey! Orpheus! Over here, buddy.”
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| Or: “Iolaus. Hey, I’m glad you could make it, really.”
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| I: “Hey, man.”
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| Or: “So, um, did-- did Hercules, uh-- come with you?”
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| I: “Uh-- yeah, yeah, I think he’s, uh-- I think he’s backstage.”
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| Or: “Terrific. Terrific. Well, ladies, this man helped save my
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| life. Treat him well.”
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| Groupie: “It’s great to meet you.”
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| Eur: “Almost time to go on. How do you like my outfit?”
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| H: “Well, it’s great, but-- we need to talk. Eurydice, there’s
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| something very wrong.”
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| Eur: “Don’t you like it?”
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| H: “Oh-- no, no, it’s not the outfit. It’s, um-- it’s you.
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| It’s like you’re hidin’ somethin’, even from yourself.”
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| Or: “There you are. By the gods, Hercules, it’s good to see you
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| again. You’re staying for the concert, I hope.”
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| H: “It’s a nice lyre you have, there.”
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| Or: “Gorgeous, isn’t it? Have you ever seen anything like it?”
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| H: “Yeah. Bacchus has one.”
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| Or: “A-ha-ha-- had one. It’s mine, now. And, through it, I can
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| touch the very souls of my audience. I can feel them _adore_ me.
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| It’s fabulous.”
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| H: “Yeah-- I’m sure it is. How did you get it?”
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| Or: “Negotiation. Bacchus is, after all, a patron of the arts.”
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| H: “You made a deal with Bacchus? How could you do that? You
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| know how dangerous he is?”
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| Crowd’s Voices [In Background]: “Or-phe-us! [Etc]”
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| Or: “Well-- ask her is she likes her new freedom. Ask them if
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| they like my music. Enjoy the performance, Hercules. My
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| audience awaits.”
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| Eur: “I appreciate your concern, Hercules. But really--
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| everything’s fine.”
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| H: “Really?”
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| H: “Say goodbye, Iolaus.”
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| I: “Oh-oh. We can’t go yet.”
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| H: “Yeah, we can.”
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| I: “No-- we can’t.”
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| H: “Yes-- we can.”
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| I: “Don’t _do_ this to me, Hercules. Ooh!”
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| Girl’s Voice: “I love you! I love you!”
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| I: “Hercules! Hercules! There were three girls. Three girls
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| talkin’ to me-- just ‘cause I knew Orpheus!”
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| H: “And they want Orpheus, OK? Orpheus-- not us. Now,
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| something’s very wrong, here. We’re going.”
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| Bac: “Hercules knows.”
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| Or: “What a surprise. Couldn’t just lie low for once concern
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| now, could ya?”
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| Bac: “I will _not_ be intimidated by my half-brother.”
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| Or: “A close family you have. Look-- this is not my problem.
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| I’m upholding my end of our deal. My concerts bring in more new
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| Bacchae than you can handle.”
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| Bac: “Oh, but it is your problem, Orpheus. Now that Hercules
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| knows, he’ll try to stop us. And if he succeeds-- that will be
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| the end of our deal-- Eurydice’s freedom, and your fame.”
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| Or: “And your supply of new servants. Look-- Hercules knows
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| that Eurydice’s freedom is part of my deal. He’s not gonna try
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| to stop me. He’s gonna try to stop you. Ball’s in your court,
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| Horn-boy. Deal with it.”
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| Bac [Yells]: “That musician’s fame has made him arrogant. When
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| all this is over-- I _will_ take Eurydice from him-- just to
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| remind him-- who’s responsible for all his glory.”
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| Bou: “But-- what of Hercules?”
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| Bac: “At the concert-- Hercules will try to interfere. But
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| we’ll be ready-- and Hercules-- will be destroyed.” [Laughs]
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| [ACT II]
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| Cheiron: “I sense a new resolve in you, Hercules. You’ve set
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| yourself a mission.”
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| H: “Yeah-- to put an end to this cult, once and for all. Is
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| there any weapon I can use to fight off the Bacchae?”
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| Cheiron: “Yes-- nothing in this room. The undead can only
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| defeated by their own. Such weapons are not easy to come by.”
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| H: “Just tell me where to get ‘em.”
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| I: “Dryads? This is crazy. You sure we have to do this?”
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| H: “I do; you don’t. You can go back if you want to.”
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| I: “Oh-- now, you tell me. Whoa. You think he, uh-- might just
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| give us one of his bones if-- if we ask?”
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| [Fight]
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| H: “Oh, uh-- sorry, uh-- . Listen, we-we really needed one of
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| your bones, though, you know? Hope you understand.”
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| I: “OK, so the, uh-- thigh bone’s connected to the, uh-- ”
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| H: “Yeah, the hip bone.”
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| I: “Yeah, and the hip bone’s connected to the-- ”
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| H: “Uh-- whatever. Let’s call the whole thing off, huh?
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| Thanks. Well, uh-- that went pretty well, don’tcha think?”
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| I: “Hmm-- not for him, though.”
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| H: “No.”
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| H and I: “Oh, well.”
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| Bou: “Our spies report that Hercules is headed for the concert.”
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| Bac: “Then it has come to this. My half-brother has challenged
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| my will for the last time. All of you! To the concert! Run,
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| my Bacchae! Destroy Hercules!”
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| Bou: “Come, Bacchae!”
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| Eur: “It can’t be. Orpheus! This-- was the deal you made?! To
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| keep recruiting for Bacchus behind my back?!”
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| Or: “Come on, Sweetheart. Look-- I did it for you. It’s what
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| we wanted, isn’t it? To be free? It’s worth delivering a few
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| slaves to Bacchus.”
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| Eur: “No! I can’t do this! I won’t-- be part of this! Not for
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| you! Not for anyone! It’s over!”
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| Or: “Huh?”
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| H: “Ladies and gentlemen-- !”
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| Eur: “Hercules!”
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| H: “I don’t mean to alarm you, but there are Bacchae-- in the
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| building.”
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| [Fight]
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| H: “Get outta here before Bacchus can take you back.”
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| Eur: “What about Orpheus? Leave him alone!”
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| Bac: “Our deal is over. You’re both mine again!”
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| Eur: “Never.”
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| Or: “Ho-Ho-Honey-- maybe we should talk about this.”
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| Eur: “Orpheus and I will never serve you again.”
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| Or: “Eurydice!”
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| Bac: “Then pay the price.”
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| Eur: “Orpheus! Are you hurt?”
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| Bac [Laughs]: “Foolish mortal! _I_ am eternal!”
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| H: “Your hold on these people isn’t.”
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| Bac: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
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| I: “I was Cheiron was right, huh?”
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| H: “Yeah”
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| I: “It worked like a charm.”
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| H: “Look at that.”
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| Girl: “What happened?!”
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| I: “You could tell her the truth.”
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| H: “What’s that? He’s a lying creep? Wouldn’t matter, anyway.
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| I mean-- she’s made her choice. So-- Orpheus-- I guess, now that
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| you’ve rejected Bacchus, you’re uh-- you’re gonna get rid of that
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| think, right?”
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| Or: “Uh-- right.”
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| H: “Right.”
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| H: “So-- you ready?”
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| Or: “I guess. Well, so much for glory-- for music-- for fame--
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| and for Bacchus’ lyre. Good riddance.”
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| Eur: “You still have your music-- and me.”
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| Or: “Yeah. Yeah. I guess I don’t need Bacchus or the lyre to
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| make it, huh?”
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| Eur: “Sometimes, following your destiny involves great
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| sacrifice.”
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| I: “What she said. Come on.”
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