The Mummy

MUMMY: I’m a mummy. I scare people. Watch what happens when I walk up to
somebody.
I’m a mummy.
FIRST PERSON:
MUMMY: I was born one thousand nine hundred and fity-nine years ago. My
daddy was a mummy, too. Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody.
I’m a mummy.
SECOND PERSON:
MUMMY: I don’t try to scare people. I really came back to life to buy a
copy of «Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb», but people run from me.
Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody.
I’m
a mummy.
THIRD PERSON:
MUMMY: I wish there was somebody somewhere who wasn’t afraid of me. Oh,
well. Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody.
I’m a mummy.
BEATNIK: That’s cool.
MUMMY: I’m a mummy.
BEATNIK: You mean you’re a mother.
MUMMY: No, I’m a mummy.
BEATNIK: I’m a beatnik.
MUMMY: People are afraid of me.
BEATNIK: Yeah, I’ll bet.
MUMMY: I was born one thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine years ago.
BEATNIK: Oh, yeah, like that’s a long gig.
MUMMY: Where can I buy a copy of «Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb»?
BEATNIK: Oooh, man, I don’t dig that trash. You know like Brubeck,
Sherwin, modern jazz quartet?
MUMMY: I’m a mummy.
BEATNIK: Man, you got a warped groove.
MUMMY: Aren’t you afraid of me? Aren’t you gonna scream?
BEATNIK: Oh, yeah, like «help.»