80a: Elliot Gould / Kid Creole & The Coconuts
Delivery Boy.....Charles Rocket
[ open on elegantly-decorated apartment, as ?? sits waiting on the cocuch ]
Man: [ calling toward a back room ] Honey! Will you hurry up?
Woman: [ enters living area ] I'm hurrying, dammit!
Man: Such language, and on your birthday yet. Is something bothering you?
Woman: Well.. it's just that I thought I'd at least hear from my parents. I mean, I know they're not crazy about us living together, but.. this is the first time they've ever completely missed my birthday!
[ doorbell rings ]
Man: Who could that be?
Woman: Oh, I'll get it. [ walks up to the front door ] Who is it?
Voice of Delivery Boy: Billy-gram!
Woman: Billy-gram? Billy-gram? [ opens the door to reveal a delivery boy carrying a telegram ] Oh, honey! They didn't forget my birthday - hey sent a telegram!
Delivery Boy: No - it's a Billy-gram! A sing-ing re-lig-ious mess-age! Your daddy has sent you a Billy-Gram, on your birth-day! Praise God! [ begins singing ]
"Sin, sin, sin - is what you're living in
You don't have a ring, but you're having a fling
Thank God you're not a twin!
Slut, slut, slut - in Hell, we'll burn your butt
Your mother and I, are ready to die
Just don't get: you know what!"
Re-pent on your birth-day! Praise Je-sus!
Woman: What a great gift idea.
Man: [ annoyed ] Yeah, it really made my night. Your parents think of everything!
Woman: Come on, now - lay off my parents, they --
Man: [ notices the delivery boy still standing at the door ] What are you waiting for?
Delivery Boy: He hath heard the song of the Lord - aren't ye going to tip?
Woman: What nerve! [ walks away ]
Man: Get lost! [ pushes the delivery boy out of the living room and slams the door ]
Woman: Can you believe he actually wanted a tip?
Voice of Delivery Boy: [ singing behind the closed door ]
"Whore, whore, whore - I'll never even the score
I'll sing and I'll shout, why don't you come out
And tell them all the score --!"
Woman: Tip him! Tip him!
[ Man re-opens the door, lets the delivery boy fall into the living room, and places a dollar bill into his gloved hand ]
Delivery Boy: [ pleased ] Well! Lord bless this un-ion!
[ Man again slams the door on the delivery boy, then turns to have it out with his significant other ]
[ camera pulls out ]
[ SUPER: "Personals: Fem exec into denim seeks black musician with large organ for backup gigs." ]
[ fade ]