[Bongo the Gorilla spots Eddie for peeping through the keyhole of the door to Jessica Rabbit's dressing room at the Ink and Paint club.]
What do you think you're doing, chump?
Who are you callin' a chump, chimp?
[Bongo opens the door and throws the screaming Eddie out of the Ink and Paint club.]
And don't let me catch your peepin' face around here again! Got it? [closes the door]
OOGA-BOOGA!
Come, my dear, Jessica. Over here. I have everything ready. Right here, on the bed.
Oh, Jessica, you promised.
Oh, all right. But this time, take off that hand buzzer.
[Eddie stands by the window and takes pictures of them playing patty-cake] [surprised]
You gotta be kidding me.
[In Maroon's office; Roger is crying after finding out Jessica playing patty-cake with Marvin Acme] [crying; struggles the window blinds]
Patty-cake! Patty-cake! I don't believe it! [heads to bang his head on his desk] Patty-cake! Patty-cake! Is that true?!
Take comfort, son. You're not the first man whose wife played patty cake on him.
[Maroon hands Roger his handkerchief, he uses it to blow his nose couple times. He hands it back dripping with water and Maroon hands it to Eddie.]
I just don't believe it. I won't believe it. I can't believe it. I shan't believe it!
[drops the wet handkerchief in the bin]
Believe it, kid. I took the pictures myself. She played patty cake.
[looks at couple pictures of Jessica and Marvin]
No... not my Jessica! Not patty cake. This is impossible. I don't believe it. It can't be. It just can't be. Jessica's my wife! It's absolutely impossible! [throws pictures into the air] Jessica's the light of my life, the apple of my eye, the cream in my coffee.
You better start drinking it black, 'cause Acme's taking the cream now.
Hard to believe. Marvin Acme's been my friend and neighbor for 30 years. Who would've thought he was a sugar daddy?
Somebody must have made her do it.
[hands Roger a glass of whiskey]
Now drink this, son. It'll make ya feel better.
[Roger takes a shot of the glass of whiskey. He turns a variety of different colors and his eyes bulge. He suddenly shoots into the air and emits a whistling sound so high pitched that it smashes all the glasses, saucers, picture frames and awards since 1923 in the room including the one held by Valiant and the glass awards on the shelves, broken lamp since 1912 and the bottle of beer. As the whistling dies down Roger collapses back into the seat and mutters...]
[shakes the whiskey off of his hands]
Son of a bitch. Look, Mr. Maroon, I think my work here is finished. How about that carrot you owe me, huh?
A deal's a deal. [hands Eddie the check]
Thanks.
Roger. I know all this seems pretty painful now. But you'll find someone new. Won't he, Mr. Valiant?
Yeah, sure. A good looking guy like that? [chuckles] The dames'll be breaking his door down.
[suddenly comes to life; angered]
Dames?! What dames?! [grabs Eddie by the collar] Jessica's the only one for me! You'll see! We'll rise above this pickling peccadillo! We're going to be happy again! You got that? Happy! Capital H-A-P-P-I!
[Roger crashes through the window, leaving a rabbit shaped hole in the glass and the blinds from smashing window.]
Well, at least he took it well.
[Eddie and Maroon stare dumbfounded out of the window the blinds crash down.] [while crying, looking at his pictures of him and Jessica; wedding, honeymoon and nightclub]
Oh, Jessica. Please tell me it's not true. P-p-p-please?
