FAME: Well, which do you like best, green or blue?
DE REVES: Oh--er--blue.
[_She blows her trumpet out of the window._
No--er--I think green.
FAME: Green is his favourite colour.
THE CROWD: Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
FAME: 'Ere, tell us something. They want to know all about yer.
DE REVES: Wouldn't[9] you perhaps ... would they care to hear my sonnet,
if you would--er ...
FAME (_picking up quill_): Here, what's this?
DE REVES: Oh, that's my pen.
FAME (_after another blast on her trumpet_): He writes with a quill.
[_Cheers from the_ CROWD.
FAME (_going to a cupboard_): Here, what have you got in here?
DE REVES: Oh ... er ... those are my breakfast things.
FAME (_finding a dirty plate_): What have yer had on this one?
DE REVES (_mournfully_): Oh, eggs and bacon.
FAME (_at the window_): He has eggs and bacon for breakfast.
THE CROWD: Hip hip hip, _hooray!_
Hip hip hip, _hooray!_
Hip hip hip, _hooray!_
FAME: Hi, and what's this?
DE REVES (_miserably_): Oh, a golf stick.
FAME: He's a man's man! He's a virile man! He's a manly man!
[_Wild cheers from the_ CROWD, _this time only from women's voices._
DE REVES: Oh, this is terrible. This is terrible. This is terrible.
[FAME _gives another peal on her horn. She is about to speak.
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