(first lines) Opal: Safe!
Opal: Well you can't shoot a church-goin' dog. It would be a sin.
Otis: Why don't you sweep up? Opal: With your guitar?
Otis: (sucking on a lozenge) Tastes like music. Reminds me of... being in jail. Opal: Otis... what were you in jail for? (he grunts uncomfortably) Opal: You don't have to tell me. I was just wondering. Otis: I never hurt anybody. Never meant to. But I've been locked up. I remember the day very well. I was sitting in a park playing a little music. And there were people walking their dogs and children were laughing. It was a perfect day so I felt like playing music. I put my... I put my hat out there... but I wasn't really playing for money I just thought that if maybe someone was enjoying it then they'd throw a little change in there... not much but just... Opal: Well music is better if somebody's listening. Otis: Anyways... this police man came up to me... he said I was disturbing the peace and then he tried to take my guitar away from me and I guess I got real angry at him. But I'm not a bad man. I'm just not (sung) Otis: a lucky man. (spoken) Otis: Anyway they told me that I broke that policeman's nose, and they charged me with assault on a police officer, and no matter what I said they wouldn't listen... no matter what I said they wouldn't... they gave me three years... I said I'm not a bad man I'm just not (sung) Otis: a lucky man. (spoken) Otis: but you, when I, when I look at you (sung) Otis: you are like a butterfly... a caterpillar's dream to fly. You bust out of this old cocoon and dry your wings off. Butterfly... go ahead and fly.
Policeman: (to a goat head-butting the police car) You are in violation of ordinance 29, the ramming with horny head of a police vehicle!
Sweetie Pie Thomas: (she sucks on a lozenge, then spits it out) That tastes bad. It tastes like not having a dog.
Gertrude the Parrott: Dog! Dog! DOG!
Otis: (rolls eyes) I *know* it's a dog
Otis: Why don't you sweep up?
Opal: With your guitar?
Gloria: ...the whole world has an aching heart.
Policeman: Somebody's all fired up on budgie food.
Opal: Well you can't shoot a church-goin' dog. It would be a sin.
Gertrude the Parrott: Far out! Do it again!
Opal: Did the animals escape from their cages?
Otis: No. I left the cages open.
Opal: You just let them roam around?
Otis: (embarrassed) I don't know... it's no good being locked up.
Otis: No wait, miss. I can't... I can't just give you a job. I can't give you a...
Opal: Thank you! You won't be sorry! I'm a real hard worker!
(exits)
Otis: That's nice. Thank you for listening. Have a nice day, ma'am. Have a nice day.
Preacher: Let us pray... for this mouse.
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