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Transcript for "The Turnip Twist".
McGee Residence[]
(The scene starts outside of the McGee residence. Pete is shown waiting for something at the window. Molly goes to him.)
Molly: Whatcha looking for, Dad?
Scratch: Oh! Is it the ice cream truck?!
Molly: Whoo! Ice cream truck?!
Pete: It's here! It's finally here!
(They go out to the mailbox. Pete picks up a magazine.)
Pete: Here she is: Midwest Monthly. I've waited four weeks for this!
Scratch: Is that a magazine, like, with staples?
Molly: You know you can read it way earlier online, right?
Pete: Ha! And miss out on that new magazine smell? (sniffs magazine. Molly and Scratch look at eachother) I don't think so! And now to find out which town has been named "Best of the Midwest"... (exhales)
Molly:Ooh! I think Brighton's got a real shot!
Pete: I'm too nervous. You do it. No, I'll do it. No, you do it. No... You do it.
(Molly takes the magazine and opens it.)
Molly: Okay, I'll look. And the winner is…!
Pete: (crossing his fingers) Brighton, Brighton, Brighton...
Scratch: "Perfektborg… Scandinavian Hospitality in America's Heartland."
Pete: Noooooo! (takes magazine angrily) Perfektborg wins every time! Look. Brighton's not even in here!
Molly: Oh, it's not true, Dad! Brighton's in the magazine…(Molly points at the map in the magazine that says “Bright”) Well, actually, just half of Brighton… But it still counts!
Scratch: When did half count?
Pete: For too long, Brighton has been counted out. But no more! The next edition of Midwest Monthly will crown the "Best Fest in the Midwest" and it's going to be Brighton. Who's with me?!
Molly: Ooh! Me! I am! I am!
(Pete and Molly try to high five but fail multiple times. They decided to connect elbows and high five from there.)
Both: McGees never give up!
Brighton City Hall[]
(Pete and Molly take their proposal to the mayor.)
Mayor: I love it, McGee! Always wanted to take that smug Perfektborg down a peg or two. Wipe those "perfekt" smiles off their faces!
Pete: All we need is a festival that will draw a crowd...
(Scratch shows up next to the Mayor’s goldfish, accidentally scaring it to death.)
Mayor: We already have one. Turnip Fest!
Pete: Ha! Good one! Oh, that wasn't a joke?
Scratch: Talk about dead in the water! (notices the dead fish) Ooh. Poor word choice. (he tries to put the fish’s soul back to its body but fails.)
Mayor: Sure, we haven't been able to fund Turnip Fest in decades, but back in the day, it was a real hit! Right, Goldie? Oh, sorry. Assistant Mayor Goldie.
Scratch: (pretending to be the fish) Bloop-bloop-bloop.
Pete: Excuse me, Mr. Mayor, but we can't beat Perfektborg with turnips!
Molly: Yeah, turnips are just potatoes that went… horribly, horribly wrong!
Mayor: I will have no anti-turnip talk in this office, McGee! Brighton was built on the back of the mighty turnip! (takes a turnip and eats it, struggling to swallow it.) They may not look like much, and they sure don't taste like much… but they're ours! Right, Assistant Mayor Goldie?
(Scratch finally puts the fish’s soul back to its body.)
Mayor: I knew you would (kisses fish bowl) You're my smartest adviser!
Kitchen[]
(The McGees are back home, they start to brainstorm how they’ll make the festival happen.)
Molly: Okay, all we gotta do is win Best Fest. (Molly starts to imagine the plan) And that'll bring tourists. And tourists will bring...
Pete: Tourist money! Which means more funds to en-happify the town, winning us even more awards!
Molly: Nice usage of "en-happify."
Scratch: Hi. Reality here. (he shape shifted into a tiny godzilla to break Molly’s and Pete’s illusion.) You're working with the turnip, which is what you'd get if earwax became a vegetable.
(Pete and Molly sigh)
Scratch: Guys, you know me, I'll eat anything. But a turnip? No way!
(Scratch is quickly summoned by the Ghost Council. He throws the pizza he was eating to Molly.)
Scratch: I'm coming back for that pizza!
Ghost Council[]
(Scratch splats on the ground, the Ghost Council waiting for him.)
Scratch: Oof!
Council Member 1: Scratch, we need to talk.
Council Member 2: Your misery numbers (showing him Brighton's Misery meter, which is half-and-half at this point) are frankly... miserable.
Council Member 3: Yes. We've seen a rather disturbing trend of rising joy.
Scratch: Uh, yes, well, you know, I've been... I've been cookin' up something... really miserable. A Turnip Festival. Can you believe it?
Council Member 4: Hmm. Turnips are miserable.
Council Member 3: But festivals are risky.
Council Member 2: They can spread joy.
Council Member 1: Remember what happened when Perfektborg had their Krumcake Cookie Competition?
Council Member 2: Yes. Look at Scary Sven. He never recovered.
Scary Sven: (passing by from within the Flow of Failed Phantoms) Hello! Is eternity over yet?
Council Member 1: It would be a shame if you had to join Sven in the Flow of Failed Phantoms. (starts grinning) Forever.
Scratch: Yeah, but this is a festival about turnips! (goes up to the councils' desk) Nobody likes turnips! My misery numbers are gonna go through the roof!
Commercial for Turnip Fest[]
♪Turnip Fest is back!♪
Betty: Did you say "Turnip Fest"? Now, that's a festival I can "root" for!
[laughs]
This weekend, celebrate Brighton's tastiest treat!
[chomps, gags]
There'll be food! Fun! Festivities!
And also, turnips!
Just make sure you..."turn up"!
Stay at the Brighton Motor Lodge!
Lots of vacancies! Wide open!
Please come.
[cheering]
McGee House Living Room[]
(the numbers of viewers for the commercial rise on the website it was posted on, and Molly was showing it to Pete and Scratch)
Molly: Dad, we're going viral! Our ad worked!
Scratch: Yeah. It did. (grunts as he slides down from the couch to the floor)
Turnip Festival[]
-[laughs]
[gasps]
I love turnips!
Scratch: Hey, Molly, uh, you know--
Molly: Yes?
Scratch: Hypothetically speaking...
Molly: Mm-hmm?
Scratch: How would you feel if Brighton didn't get the "Best Fest in the Midwest"?
Molly: Ah, well, come on, man. That's not gonna happen. 'Cause it's in the bag!
Scratch: Let's pretend. Spitballin', you know. It wouldn't--it wouldn't, like crush your entire spirit, would it?
Molly: Um, no. I think I'd get over it. Oh, but it would totally demolish Dad.-Whew!
-[cheering]
Scratch: Okay. I mean, it's not gonna happen, but--
Molly: Right, it's not gonna happen 'cause the whole town has "turned up" for turnips! -Yeah. -[laughs] So you know, no worries, Scratch.
Scratch: Well, I'll just see you later, then.
[groans]
[flatulates]
(Scratch, invisible, cuts in line and steals a turnip on a stick from one of the tourists) [all gasp]
Scratch: Stupid turnips. [chomps, gags] If this festival is a success, (lays on the ground, he looks and sounds like he's about to cry) it's the Flow of Failed Phantoms for me.
Molly: Dad, Dad! The whole town's here! Now all you need to do is impress that Midwest Monthly reporter.
Eva: Ahem! Excuse me!
[scribbling]
Eva: Eva Hernandez, Midwest Monthly. I'll be judging "Best Fest of the Midwest." I'd like to begin with the food, then move onto the festivities, then time and weather-permitting, the fun.
Pete: Right this way, Ms. Hernandez. Would you care to try one of Brighton's famous Turnip Tornados?
Scratch: Molly and Pete worked so hard. I can't be the one to crush their dreams. I mean--
Geoff-[off screen, screaming] Help! (appears, floating right by Scratch's side, with his arms wrapped around himself) I got too close to the turnip tornado machine! (he lets go of his ectoplasmic body, and sure enough he falls apart in a manner that looks like the spiral of a vegetable peel)
Scratch: (picks himself up, facepalms in annoyance) Geoff, you're a ghost. Let me help you out. (helps Geoff correct his ectoplasm)
Geoff: Oh, wow. Good to know I can always count on you.
Scratch: Yes, Geoff. You can always count on me... (an idea dawns on him, and he holds Geoff close) Sort of like how I...can always count on you! I'm starting to see a loophole...
[Throughout the Montage of the McGees showing Eva around the Festival, Scratch watched Geoff's attempts to sabotage the festival for him, but Geoff, though willing to help Scratch, wasn't even trying so hard, so he kept on failing to ruin the fun]
♪ There's a brand new craze On the radio dial ♪
♪ Everybody's dancing In the produce aisle ♪
♪ Turnip the stereo And go like this ♪
♪ Come on, Do the Turnip Twist ♪
♪ The Turnip Twist
♪ Turn your turnip To the left ♪
♪ The Turnip Twist
♪ Then you spin it To the right ♪
♪ The Turnip Twist
♪ Drop down, pull A turnip from the ground ♪
♪ Shake it off And take a bite ♪
[buzzsaw sound]
♪ It's a main dish side dish ♪
♪ Even a snack ♪
♪ No, it isn't rotten
♪ It just tastes like that ♪
♪ Throw away your jimaca and radishes ♪
♪ Come on Do the Turnip Twist ♪
♪ Don't want no rutabaga
♪ Do the Turnip Twist
♪ Tip your turnip farmer ♪
♪ Do the Turnip Twist
[cheering]
[laughter]
Eva: Well, that was a delight. I know I shouldn't say this, but I'm so tired of writing about Perfektenborg. They win everything!
Pete: Tell me about it! We get it. Perfect is in their name!
Eva: They're not as perfect as you think. (whispers to Pete)Their meatballs... were a little dry this year.
Pete: [gasps] The nerve!
Eva: Now excuse me, I'm needed (walks away) at the Turnip Mascot contest.
Molly: [gasps] Dad! You're doing it!
Pete: Ha ha! I gotta go(he and Molly walk off screen) tell your mom the good news! This is it, Molly! Things are really turning around for Brighton!
(Scratch appears, pulling at his own face in concern)
[light booms]
Pete: Now it's time to... (presents a giant turnip-shaped pinata hanging above the bandshell) "Trash the Turnip!"
[crowd oohs]
Pete: Ms. Eva Hernandez of (gives her a blindfold and a stick) Midwest Monthly Magazine, (walks her to the right spot) care to start the trashing?
Eva: Oh! I never get to do anything like this in not-so-Perfektborg! (whispers to Pete) You didn't hear it from me, but Brighton could be pretty happy with next month's magazine.
Pete: Yes!
Scratch: (floating around in a manner that resembles pacing) Geoff, this is getting serious. The clock is ticking here!
Geoff: (staring into space, completely unconcerned) Oh, I heard.
Eva: (swings at the pinata and misses) Er... ya!
Scratch: And I'm running out options. The Ghost Council is not (waves his arms in a "no way" manner) playing around this time.
Geoff: (still unconcerned) Sure.
Eva: Whoo! [laughs]
Scratch: I mean, if I don't (scratching his head, trying to think) find a way to stop this Fest, they're gonna send me to (not noticing Geoff's eyes widen at his confession of the upcoming danger) the Flow of Failed Phantoms!
Geoff: (snapping out of it upon hearing the worst case scenario) Ahh! Flow of Failed Phantoms!
(getting serious) That is not happening or my name is not G-E- No time to spell it--(flies off) Gotta go!
Scratch: No! Don't! Geoff, wait!
Geoff: I am not losing my best friend!
(Geoff knocks loose the giant turnip pinata, which rolls off the stage and crushes all the booths in the festival, and then gets knocked around town like a ball in a pinball machine)
Ooh! Ooh! Oh, my heels!
Whoa! Whoa!
Pete: No!
Eva: Ahh!
Oh! Ahh!
[pinball chiming]
(...until it splats open right at Town Hall, where Eva and Molly get spilled out with a bunch of raw turnips and some gray mush that appears to be under-cooked turnip soup)
[belches]
Pete: Perhaps it was a bad idea to fill the piñata with turnips.
Eva: [sighs, grunts]
Pete: Yeah, it was a bad idea. -[pen clicks] Here, let me help you.
-[clicking]-[gasps]
Geoff: (pulls Scratch into a side hug) I solved all your problems, buddy! You know it feels good to do good?
Scratch: (with a bittersweet tone) Yeah. Thanks. I guess.
McGee House Living Room[]
Molly: See, Dad? Midwest Monthly available at the click of a button.
Pete: Okay, I will admit the layout is very convenient. Just click this button and...
(Perfektenborg wins Best Fest of the Midwest yet again, while the article on Brighton's Turnip Fest is mostly about the Pinata disaster)
Pete:[grabs a pillow and wails into it]
Molly: Aww...Okay. Yeah. That's all right, Dad. Just let it out. Ooh. Let us not...
(Scratch, who was seated next to Molly the entire time, floats through the wall)
McGee House Outside[]
Scratch: I just feel bad about sabotaging the festival... but I can honestly say it wasn't my fault. (points to Geoff) Because it was yours. (as Geoff was looking around) You know, sometimes being friends with a colossal screw-up isn't so bad.
Geoff: (pulling Scratch into a hug) Aww, anything for you, buddy!
Scratch: (only accepts Geoff's hug for three seconds and then quickly pulls away) And now, the Ghost Council doesn't have any excuse to send me away. I mean, this place is as miserable as it gets and that ain't changing anytime soon!
Brighton Motor Lodge[]
Dianne: Looks like the Turnip Fest was a real turn down (removes her Turnip Festival hat) for business. Gonna have to close down (starts throwing away her office supplies) this old place--
[phone rings]
Dianne: (answers the phone) Brighton Motor Lodge. Uh-huh. You want to... (smiles in excitement over what she's hearing) book a room for next year's Turnip Fest?! You think that sounds like fun? Well... sure! (starts digging through the trash) Let me get my pen. [computer beeping] Wait. More bookings?! Whoo-hoo! The Motor Lodge is saved!
Ghost World[]
[dings]
(Brighton's Misery Meter, which was on it's farthest red before, starts to rise a few joy points. The council and the chairman are not amused.)
[thunderclap]
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGeeInformación faltante.
Residencia Mcgee[]
Molly: ¿Qué estás mirando, papá?
Scratch: ¿Es el camión de los helados?
Molly: ¡Uh! ¿El camión de los helados?
Pete: Ya está aquí. Por fin.
Pete: Aquí está, la revista Medio Oeste. Llevaba cuatro semanas esperándola.
Scratch: ¿Es una revista con grapas y eso?
Molly: Sabes que puedes leerla mucho antes online, ¿verdad?
Pete: ¿Y perderme ese olor a revista nueva? Va a ser que no. Y ahora descubriré qué ciudad ha sido nombrada la mejor del Medio Oeste.
Molly: Veo a Brighton con posibilidades.
Pete: Qué nervios, hazlo tú. No, yo. No, tú. No… Tú.
Molly: Vale, vale. Y la ganadora es…
Pete: Brighton, Brighton, Brighton, Brighton…
Scratch: Perfektborg. Hospitalidad escandinava en el corazón de Estados Unidos.
Pete:¡No! Perfektborg gana siempre. Mirad, Brighton ni aparece.
Molly: Eso no es verdad. Sí sale en la revista. Bueno, en realidad solo la mitad. ¡Pero eso cuenta!
Scratch: ¿Desde cuándo eso cuenta?
Pete: Brighton lleva demasiado tiempo sin contar, pero se acabó. El mes que viene, la revista Medio Oeste elegirá el mejor festival del Medio Oeste, y será el de Brighton. ¿Quién está conmigo?
Molly: Yo, yo, yo. Vale, otra vez. Una, dos… ¡Yuju!
Molly y Pete: Los McGee nunca se rinden.
Ayuntamiento de Brighton[]
Alcalde: ¡Me encanta, McGee! Siempre he querido bajarles los humos a esos creídos de Perfektborg. Y borrarles esa perfecta sonrisa de sus caras.
Pete: Solo necesitamos un festival que atraiga a las masas.
Alcalde: Pues ya tenemos uno, el Festival del Nabo.
Pete: [ríe] Muy bueno. ¿No es una broma?
Scratch: Me quedo muerto con el Festival del Nabo. Oh, veo que no soy el único.
Alcalde: Es verdad que llevamos décadas sin poder financiar el Festival del Nabo, pero en su día fue un éxito. ¿Verdad, pececito? Oh, perdón, señor teniente de alcalde.
Scratch: Glu, glu, glu…
Pete: Disculpe, señor alcalde, pero no vamos a ganarle a Perfektborg con nabos.
Molly: Sí, los nabos son solo patatas que salieron mal. Terriblemente mal.
Alcalde: No toleraré ningún discurso antinabos en este despacho, McGee. Brighton se fundó sobre los cimientos del nabo. No parecerá para tanto, y su sabor no será para tanto, pero son nuestros. ¿Verdad, teniente de alcalde? ¿Estás de acuerdo? El más inteligente de mis asesores.
Cocina de Mcgee[]
Molly: Vale, solo hay que ganar como mejor festival. Eso traerá turistas. Y los turistas traerán…
Pete: Dinero turístico. Lo que es igual a más fondos para "enfelizar" la ciudad y ganar muchísimos más premios.
Molly: Bien usada la palabra "enfelizar".
Scratch: Hola, aquí la realidad. [ruge] Estamos hablando de nabos, que son como el cerumen pero en hortaliza.
Scratch: Ya me conocéis, yo me como lo que sea, ¿pero un nabo? ¡Ni hablar!
Scratch: ¡Volveré a por ese trozo de pizza!
Consejo Fantasma[]
Sir Alister: Scratch, tenemos que hablar. Tus cifras de miseria son francamente miserables.
Lucretia: Sí, hemos visto una preocupante subida de la alegría.
Scratch: Ah, sí, bueno… En realidad ya tenía algo entre manos bastante miserable. El Festival del Nabo, ¿os lo podéis creer?
Grimbella: Los nabos son miserables, pero los festivales son arriesgados.
Lucretia: Propagan la alegría.
Sir Alister: ¿Recordáis lo que pasó cuando Perfektborg celebró su concurso de galletas de barquillo?
Lucretia: Sí, solo tenéis que mirar a Sven, nunca se recuperó.
Sven: ¡Hola! ¿Se acabó ya la eternidad?
Sir Alister: Sería una pena tener que unirte a Sven en el Río de Fantasmas Fallidos para siempre.
Scratch: Ya, pero este es un festival que va sobre nabos, y a nadie le gustan. Mis cifras de miseria se dispararán por las nubes.
Anuncio de Festival del Nabo[]
Molly: ¡Vuelve el Festival del Nabo!
Patty: ¿Has dicho Festival del Nabo? Eso es lo que yo llamo una tradición bien arraigada. [ríe]
Pete: Este fin de semana celebramos la mayor delicia de Brighton. Habrá comida, diversión, actividades… Y también nabos. Y se os quedará grabado en el pecho.
Dianne: Eh, alojaos en el motel de Brighton. Tenemos muchas habitaciones, y todas disponibles. Por favor, venid.
Hombre: Venid a nuestra fiesta.
[vítores]
Sala de Estar en la Casa de McGee[]
Molly: ¡Papá, nos hacemos virales! ¡La publi funcionó!
Scratch: Sí, funcionó.
Festival del Nabo[]
[ríe]
Niño: ¡Me encantan los tornados de nabos!
Scratch: Eh, Molly, oye…
Molly: ¿Sí?
Scratch: Hipotéticamente hablando, ¿cómo te sentirías si Brighton no ganara como mejor festival del Medio Oeste?
Molly: Por favor, eso no pasará porque ya está en la saca.
Scratch: Imagínatelo. Supongamos que pasa. Eso no machacaría todo tu espíritu, ¿verdad?
Molly: No, creo que podría superarlo. Aunque dejaría hecho polvo a papá. ¡Uh!
[ríen]
Scratch: Vale. O sea, no pasará, pero…
Molly: Exacto, no pasará, porque todo el mundo está volcado con los nabos. [ríe] Así que no te rayes.
Scratch: Nos vemos luego entonces.
[pedo]
Scratch: Estúpidos nabos… Si el festival es un éxito, acabaré en el Río de Fantasmas Fallidos.
Molly: ¡Papá, están todos aquí! Ya solo debes impresionar a esa reportera de la revista Medio Oeste.
Eva: [tose] Disculpen.
Eva: Eva Hernández, de la revista Medio Oeste. Yo elegiré el mejor festival. Empezaré por la comida, para pasar a las actividades, y si el tiempo lo permite, la diversión.
Pete: Por aquí, señorita Hernández. ¿Le gustaría probar uno de los famosos tornados de nabo de Brighton?
Scratch: Molly y Pete se han esforzado mucho. No puedo ser yo el que se cargue sus sueños. O sea…
Geoff: ¡Ayuda! Me he acercado demasiado a la máquina de tornados de nabo.
Scratch: Eres un fantasma. Déjame ayudarte.
Geoff: Oh, vaya. Menos mal que siempre puedo contar contigo.
Scratch: Sí, Geoff, siempre puedes contar conmigo. Igual que yo siempre puedo contar contigo. Empiezo a ver una solución.
♪ En la radio suena la novedad ♪
♪ Que el pasillo de hortalizas Va a bailar ♪
♪ Sube el volumen, dice así ♪
♪ A bailar, baila el nabotwist ♪
♪ El nabotwist, haz un giro para acá ♪
♪ El nabotwist, ahora otro para allá ♪
♪ El nabotwist… Un nabo del suelo ♪
♪ Has de arrancar Y un mordisco le has de dar ♪
♪ Un entrante, un plato o un snack ♪
♪ No está podrido, solo sabe mal ♪
♪ Rábanos, cátalos… ♪
♪ Oh, sí, baila el nabotwist ♪
♪ No quiero col ni nabos Baila el nabotwist ♪
♪ Ven a por tu helado Baila el nabotwist ♪
[vítores]
[ríen]
Eva: Esto es una maravilla. Sé que no debería decir esto, pero ya estoy hartísima de escribir sobre Perfektborg. Lo ganan absolutamente todo.
Pete: Dígamelo a mí. Hasta llevan la perfección en el nombre.
Eva: No son tan perfectos como cree. Sus albóndigas estaban un poco secas este año.
Pete: ¡Oh! No puede ser.
Eva: Si me disculpa, me necesitan en el concurso de disfraces de nabo.
Molly: ¡Lo estás consiguiendo!
Pete: [ríe] Debo decírselo a tu madre. Esta vez sí, Molly. Las cosas van a cambiar para Brighton.
Pete: Ha llegado la hora de… ¡Romper el nabo!
[todos] ¡Oh!
Pete: Señorita Eva Hernández, de la revista Medio Oeste, ¿le gustaría hacer los honores?
Eva: ¡Oh! Nunca pude hacer nada así en "No tan Perfektborg". Yo no le he dicho nada, pero Brighton podría llevarse una alegría el mes que viene.
Pete: ¡Sí!
Scratch: Geoff, esto se está poniendo feo. El tiempo pasa volando.
Geoff: Eso me temo.
Scratch: Y me quedo sin opciones. El Consejo Fantasma no se andará con tonterías esta vez.
Geoff: Lo sé.
Scratch: Lo que digo es que si no consigo detener este festival, me van a mandar directamente al Río de Fantasmas Fallidos.
Geoff: ¡No! ¿Al Río de Fantasmas Fallidos? Eso no pasará como que me llamo G, E… No hay tiempo para deletrear. ¡Allá voy!
Scratch: ¡No, no, Geoff, espera!
Geoff: ¡No voy a perder a mi mejor amigo!
[grita]
Pete: ¡No!
[Eva grita]
[eructa]
Pete: Pensándolo bien, quizá fuera mala idea llenar la piñata de nabos.
Pete: Sí, ha sido mala idea. Déjeme ayudarla.
Geoff: He resuelto todos tus problemas. ¿Sabes lo bien que sienta hacer el bien?
Scratch: Sí, gracias. Supongo.
Sala de Estar en la Casa de McGee[]
Molly: ¿Ves, papá? La revista disponible haciendo clic en un botón.
Pete: Reconozco que el diseño es bastante práctico. Solo hay que pulsar aquí y… [llora]
Molly: Oh, tranquilo. No pasa nada, papá. Desahógate. ¡Uh! Tranquilízate.
Afueras de la Casa Mcgee[]
Scratch: Me siento fatal por haber saboteado el festival, pero puedo decir sinceramente que no fue culpa mía, porque fue tuya. ¿Sabes? A veces ser amigo de todo un metepatas no está tan mal.
Geoff: Oh, para eso estamos.
Scratch: Y ahora el Consejo Fantasma no tiene ninguna excusa para desterrarme. Este lugar no podría ser más miserable. Y dudo que eso vaya a cambiar pronto.
Motel de Brighton[]
Dianne: Parece que el festival ha sido un fracaso total para el negocio, voy a tener que cerrar.
[teléfono]
Dianne: Motel de Brighton. Ajá. ¿Quiere reservar para el festival del año que viene? ¿Cómo dice? ¿Que parece divertido? ¡Pues claro! Deje que coja un boli. Espera… ¿Más reservas? ¡Yuju! ¡El motel está salvado!