Dr. Craven: [to the raven] Are you some dark-winged messenger from beyond? Answer me, monster, tell me truly! Shall I ever hold again the radiant maiden whom the angels call Lenore?
Dr. Bedlo: [as the raven] How the hell should I know? What am I, a fortune teller?, Ooh, I'm chilled to the bones, why don't you get me some wine... well just don't stand there gaping at me!
Dr. Craven: That voice... I
Dr. Bedlo: [Interrupting him] Will you give me some wine?
Dr. Craven: Yes, yes. [offering him a chalice] Here's some nice hot milk.
Dr. Bedlo: Milk? How vomitable!
Dr. Craven: Surely this is a dream.
Dr. Bedlo: Hurry up, will you! flies onto the table]
Dr. Craven: There you are
Dr. Bedlo: What do you expect me to do hold it? With what? Oh, never mind!
[flies onto his shoulder and drinks from the chalice]
Dr. Bedlo: Mmm. I like that. Mmmm! [burps]
Dr. Bedlo: [as the raven] How the hell should I know? What am I, a fortune teller?, Ooh, I'm chilled to the bones, why don't you get me some wine... well just don't stand there gaping at me!
Dr. Craven: That voice... I
Dr. Bedlo: [Interrupting him] Will you give me some wine?
Dr. Craven: Yes, yes. [offering him a chalice] Here's some nice hot milk.
Dr. Bedlo: Milk? How vomitable!
Dr. Craven: Surely this is a dream.
Dr. Bedlo: Hurry up, will you! flies onto the table]
Dr. Craven: There you are
Dr. Bedlo: What do you expect me to do hold it? With what? Oh, never mind!
[flies onto his shoulder and drinks from the chalice]
Dr. Bedlo: Mmm. I like that. Mmmm! [burps]
Dr. Craven : [to the raven] Are you some dark-winged messenger from beyond? Answer me, monster, tell me truly! Shall I ever hold again the radiant maiden whom the angels call Lenore?
Dr. Bedlo : [as the raven] How the hell should I know? What am I, a fortune teller?, Ooh, I'm chilled to the bones, why don't you get me some wine... well just don't stand there gaping at me!
Dr. Craven : That voice... I
Dr. Bedlo : [Interrupting him] Will you give me some wine?
Dr. Craven : Yes, yes. [offering him a chalice] Here's some nice hot milk.
Dr. Bedlo : Milk? How vomitable!
Dr. Craven : Surely this is a dream.
Dr. Bedlo : Hurry up, will you! flies onto the table]
Dr. Craven : There you are
Dr. Bedlo : What do you expect me to do hold it? With what? Oh, never mind!
[flies onto his shoulder and drinks from the chalice]
Dr. Bedlo : Mmm. I like that. Mmmm! [burps]
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