Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 6: Episode 1
Delivery Boy…..Charles Rocket
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 ]