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
ROGER:
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 in the door
It was pure - is it on the floor
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
What'd you do with my candle?
ROGER:
That was my last match
MIMI:
Our eyes'll 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