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[QUOTE="Yeti:1175752"]Thom Yorke: They were old people's sunglasses. Moltar: Really? Thom Yorke: Yeah, you can buy them, you can buy them in Dallas airport. Moltar: Cool. Thom Yorke: Yeah, and you put them over normal sunglasses. (Space Ghost enters the control room, holding a CD) Space Ghost: Moltar, can you make me a hundred copies of this? Moltar: What is it? Space Ghost: It's the new Radiohead CD. Thom Yorke: (stares at Space Ghost from Moltar's monitor) Space Ghost: (to Moltar) That the guy from Radiohead? Moltar: Yes. Thom Yorke: Hello. Space Ghost: Hey, how's it goin'? Thom Yorke: (gives SG a "thumbs up" sign) Space Ghost: Good. Moltar, we'll talk about it later. Hey! What's that? (walks over to a fancy projector-looking machine in the control room) Moltar: Oh, that's a, uh... what is that? (Loud noise off camera) What! (Space Ghost is holding Moltar in a head lock) Space Ghost: (talking quietly to Moltar) Now you listen to me. I could go to jail in Mexico if Thom were to hear that I'm copying his CD. (glances over at Thom, who is watching them) Don't look at me! We're talkin' about dragons. (to Moltar) So you take Thom out to the set while I burn and verify these... (to Thom) these... dragons. (another loud noise as he releases Moltar) Moltar: You don't know how to work it. Space Ghost: Moltar, I have a giant brain, that is able to reduce any complex machine into a simple yes or no answer. Moltar: Okay, but that's not the CD burner... Space Ghost: (interrupting) Moltar... Yes. Moltar: (pause) Alright. (walks away) Thom Yorke: Thank you very very much, Space Ghost, for having me on your show. Space Ghost: Sure, sure... wanna, wanna see how this works? (he presses a button, the projector machine fires a brief ray, then falls over, explodes and catches fire.) Thom Yorke: (watches, slack-jawed) Space Ghost: Twenty. Yes. (On the set, Moltar walks up to Space Ghost's desk, talking in a lively DJ voice, with funky background music) Moltar: Oh, yeah! Welcome to the Moltar Show! Thom Yorke: Thank you very much, Moltar. Moltar: Thank you very much, Thom Yorke, for sitting next to the man! Of the century! Oh yeah! Thom Yorke: You're very self-assured, you're very much a 90's man. Space Ghost: (off screen) Come on! (off screen explosion; music stops; ) (Cut to control room. Projector is still burning, flames are engulfing Space Ghost) Space Ghost: No! No! (Cut back to set) Space Ghost: (off camera) No! Moltar: That is fascinating! (music starts again) Thom Yorke, you are very very interesting, and very very perceptive! Thom Yorke: Really.. Moltar: So interesting and so perceptive that I think we will now fight with knives. (a large medieval looking knife pops into his hand; the music changes to a hard rock electric guitar beat) Zorak: (off camera) Yeah! To the death! (The flaming projector flies by Space Ghost's desk, and crashes into Zorak's keyboard pod) Space Ghost: (flies onto set) That thing wasn't a CD burner to begin with. (staring at Moltar holding a knife) What are you doing? Moltar: (still doing DJ voice) I'm hosting the show! Space Ghost: With that knife. Moltar: (in normal voice) Uh... yes. Space Ghost: Oh really. Moltar: (clears his throat; knife is now gone. He resumes his DJ voice) Well hey, Thom asked me if he could see my knife, and Thom's doing a song about a knife, and he wanted to see what one looked like. Isn't that right, Thom? (knife reappears in his hand, followed by two guitar notes). Space Ghost: (to Thom) Is that right? Thom Yorke: No. Space Ghost: 'Cause it sounds like a good idea. So do it. Thom Yorke: (shaking his head) No. (laughs) Space Ghost: Then I'll do it. (sings in low voice) I'm a kni-i-i-fe. Knifin' aro-o-o-und. Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut... (walks back and forth on stage, making "cut" sounds) Thom Yorke: Do you take those, those (motions with his hand)... intelligence drugs? Space Ghost: (stops) I don't need intelligent drugs, Thom. Because I don't know what they are. Okay, Thom? Thom Yorke: Yeah. Space Ghost: But I will put anything into my mouth that is given to me. Whether it's supposed to go there or not. (sits down at his desk) Because... I'm different. Thom Yorke: (stifles laughter) Space Ghost: Is that clear with everyone? Thom Yorke: Very. Space Ghost: Just different. Thom Yorke: That's because you're weird. (laughs) Zorak: (off camera) Whatch y'all doin'? Thom Yorke: (laughs) Space Ghost: "Y'all"? Zorak: Yeah. Space Ghost: Where'd you learn to talk like that? Zorak: Hattiesburg. Space Ghost: What were you doing in Hattiesburg? Zorak: Kickin' it. Space Ghost: Oh really. Zorak: Yep. Space Ghost: Well, that's interesting. Zorak: It is interesting. Space Ghost: Thom, is that interesting? Thom Yorke: No. Space Ghost: See, Zorak? We're not interested. Moltar: (from control room, in his DJ voice, with funky background music) Well, I happen to think that it's very very interesting! Space Ghost: Moltar... it's over. Moltar: (make lip buzz sound) Really? Space Ghost: Yeah. Moltar: Okay, oh, and your wife's on the phone. Zorak: Your wife?! (laughs) Space Ghost: I don't have a wife. Moltar: She says she's your wife. Space Ghost: Look, just tell this woman that she's crazy. Just because I'm famous and sexy doesn't mean that someone can just go and marry me the second I leave the room. Zorak: What room? Space Ghost: Look, listen everybody... (stands up) please? Listen to me. I have a hit song about a knife... and yes, I'm married. And that is why I want you to hang up right now.[/QUOTE]
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