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Musical: Sunday in the Park With George
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[[Jules]] Ahh... [[Yvonne]] Ooh... [[Jules]] Mmm... [[Yvonne]] Oh, dear. [[Jules]] Oh, my. [[Yvonne]] Oh, my dear. [[Jules]] It has no prescence. [[Yvonne]] No passion. [[Jules]] No life. It's neither pastoral Nor lyrical. [[Yvonne]] You don't suppose that it's satirical? [[Jules]] Just density Without intensity- [[Yvonne]] No life. Boys with their clothes off- [[Jules]] I must paint a factory next! [[Yvonne]] It's so mechanical. [[Jules]] Methodical. [[Yvonne]] It might be in some dreary Socialistic periodical. [[Jules]] Good. [[Yvonne]] So drab, so cold. [[Jules]] And so controlled. [[Both]] No life. [[Jules]] His touch is too deliberate, somehow. [[Yvonne]] The dog. [[Jules]] These things get hung- [[Yvonne]] Mmm. [[Jules]] And then they're gone. [[Yvonne]] Ahhh... Of course he's young- [[Jules]] Hmm? [[Yvonne]] But getting on. [[Jules]] Oh... All mind, no heart. No life in his art. [[Yvonne]] No life in his life- [[Both]] No- Life.
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