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    MARK
    Enter Tom Collins
    Computer genius, teacher, vagabond anarchist
    Who ran naked through the Parthenon

    MARK AND COLLINS
    Bustelo -- Marlboro
    Banana by the bunch
    A box of Captain Crunch will taste so good

    COLLINS
    And firewood

    MARK
    Look -- it's Santa Claus

    COLLINS
    Hold your applause

    ROGER
    Oh hi

    COLLINS
    'Oh hi' after seven months?

    ROGER
    Sorry

    COLLINS
    This boy could use some Stoli

    COLLINS, MARK AND ROGER
    Oh holy night

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    ROGER
    You struck gold at MIT?

    COLLINS
    They expelled me for my theory of Actual Reality
    Which I'll soon impart
    To the couch potatoes at New York University
    Still haven't left the house?

    ROGER
    I was waiting for you
    Don't you know?

    COLLINS
    Well, tonight's the night
    Come to the Life Cafe after Maureen's show

    ROGER
    No flow

    COLLINS
    Gentlemen
    Our benefactor on this Christmas Eve
    Whose charity is only matched by talent, I believe
    A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde
    Angel Dumott Schunard!

    ANGEL
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me

    COLLINS
    And you should hear her beat!

    MARK
    You earned this on the street?

    ANGEL
    It was my lucky day today on Avenue A
    When a lady in a limousine drove my way
    She said
    "Dahling, be a dear -- Haven't slept in a year
    I need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear"

    "This Akita-Evita just won't shut up
    I believe if you play non-stop that pup
    Will breathe its very last high-strung breath
    I'm certain that cur will bark itself to death"

    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me

    We agreed on a fee
    A thousand dollar guarantee
    Tax-free
    And a bonus if I trim her tree
    Now who could foretell that it would go so well
    But sure as I am here
    That dog is now in doggy hell

    After an hour -- Evita --
    In all her glory
    On the window ledge of that 23rd story
    Like Thelma and Louise did when they got the blues
    Swan dove into the courtyard of the Gracie Mews

    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me

    Then back to the street where I met my sweet
    Where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete
    The nurse took him home for some mercurochrome
    And I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet

    Sing it!

    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me
    Today for you
    Tomorrow for me

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