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Musical: High Fidelity
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Ian: Smell the incense in the air The cabbage and mulled wine Throw away all worldly cares Tonight is yours and mine Though I haven't known you long In the present paradigm In our past lives we've connected You and I throughout all time. Maybe you were Desdemona And I your Black Marauder Maybe you were Helen Keller And I was the water! Ian's here To offer a safe haven Where you can be yourself Unshackled and unshaven. You will find no judgment here And no talk of wrong or right Just a beacon in the harbor A gentle guiding light. So close your eyes Is that land you're seein'? Yes it is--and on that land is Ian. (over a ringing cell phone) Ian's here Ian's here Have no fear Ian's--shit! Laura: (re: phone) I am so sorry. Oh, it's Rob again. I should maybe-- Ian: Oh, Laura. You've pulled the pin, now be brave enough to toss the grenade. Laura: The grenade? Ian: Sometimes a relationship needs to be blown up so that we can see what's left over. Laura: Huh. Where did you learn al this? Ian: My methods are partly European, Partly Easterbn, But mostly just pure Ian! Ian & Laura: Ian's here. Ian: Mi nee som de dom ni nee ha ree dom... Laura: Ma ma say ma ma sah ma ma kuh sa! Ian: Mi nee som de dmo ni nee ha ree dom Mee nee meet me in the kitchen wit da sari on! Mi nee som de dom mi nee ha ree dom Mini hairy dom, mini dom dee dom dom...
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