[watching as Cat R. Waul arrives]
Well, well, will you look what the cat dragged in? [sees Tanya] A mouse. That's a first.
Not just any mouse! This is a diva.
Diva schmiva! You put a mouse on the stage, and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.
What? They'll love her! They'll adore her! And those who don't will answer to me.
Anything you say, Pussypoos.
[resuming his dignified bearing]
Yes, I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as 'Pussypoos'.
Yeah? Well, maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in nature's ashtray five hundred miles from a pastrami sandwich, either, Pussypoos.
[irritated; not wanting to explode]
Yes, I-I-I think I just mentioned, didn't I, that I dislike being referred to as PUSSYPOOS?!
As for the mousette, I'll get her on the stage for you.
See that you do. [to Tanya] Farewell, my diva. [leaves in a Phantom of the Opera manner]
