Broadways: Light My Candle

ROGER:
What'd you forget?
MIMI:
Got a light?
ROGER:
I know you, you're... you're shivering
MIMI:
It's nothing, they turned off my heat
And I'm just a little weak on my feet,
Would you light my candle?
What are you staring at?
ROGER:
Nothing, your hair in the moonlight
You look familiar...
Can you make it?
MIMI:
Just haven't eaten much today
At least the room stopped spinning anyway
What?
ROGER:
Nothing, your smile reminded me of--
MIMI:
I always remind people of...who is she?
ROGER:
She died. Her name was April
MIMI:
It's out again
Sorry 'bout your friend
Would you light my candle?
ROGER:
Well-
MIMI:
Yeah. Ow!
ROGER:
Oh, the wax, it's--
MIMI:
Dripping! I like it between my --
ROGER:
Fingers! I figured.
Oh, well. Goodnight.
(Mimi exits; then knocks again)
It blew out again?
MIMI:
No! I think that I dropped my stash
ROGER:
I know I've seen you out and about
When I used to go out
Your candle's out
MIMI:
I'm illin', I had it when I walked through the door
It was pure!
Is it on the floor?
ROGER:
The floor?
MIMI:
They say that I have the best ass
Below 14th Street
Is it true?
ROGER:
What?
MIMI:
You're staring again
ROGER:
Oh no...
I mean you do...have a nice...
I mean...you look familiar
MIMI:
Like your dead girlfriend?
ROGER:
Only when you smile
But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else
MIMI:
Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?
That's where I work, I dance.
Help me look!
ROGER:
Yes!
They used to tie you up...
MIMI:
It's a living...
ROGER:
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs
MIMI:
We could light the candle
Oh won't you light the candle
ROGER:
Why don't you forget that stuff?
You look like you're sixteen
MIMI:
I'm nineteen! But I'm old for my age
I'm just born to be bad
ROGER:
I once was born to be bad
I used to shiver like that
MIMI:
I have no heat, I told you--
ROGER
I used to sweat
MIMI:
I got a cold...
ROGER:
Uh huh, I used to be a junkie
MIMI:
But now and then I like to--
ROGER:
Uh huh
MIMI:
Feel good
ROGER:
Here it...um...
MIMI:
What's that?
ROGER:
It's a candy bar wrapper...
MIMI:
We could light the candle
Oh what'd you do with my candle?
ROGER:
That was my last match
MIMI:
Our eyes will adjust.
Thank God for the Moon
ROGER:
Maybe it's not the moon at all
I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
MIMI:
Bah humbug ... bah humbug
ROGER:
Cold hands
MIMI:
Yours too.
Big. Like my father's
You wanna dance?
ROGER:
With you?
MIMI:
No - with my father
ROGER:
I'm Roger
MIMI
They call me
They call me Mimi