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a comptroller in a state
    A state of uh uh giddy inebri ation —
    Who knows uh uh how things would uh! end up?
    CLERK : They’d end up just exactly like they are,
    With no one getting anywhere. Go on,
    Kill it, sir, it’s Everclear—
    Seems like she’s calmer—
    JOHN :                                           Honey, just lay back.
    SYLVESTER : Entranced and uncommunicative…
    MASHA : LEMME DO THE HULA FOR YOU, BABY.
    SYLVESTER :…She’s fainted.
    JOHN :                                    Doctor, why is her voice like that—
    SYLVESTER : She’s coming out of the physical part of it now.
    We’re entering the most important phase,
    Prognostications, uh uh sooth saying—
    BILL JENKS : Soothsaying? Buddy, what the hell is sooth?
    SYLVESTER : We’ll see a period of trancelike, “twilight
    Semi-consciousness” we uh uh uh
    Physicians like to call it, during which
    â€”Does anybody have a racing form?
    â€”I happen to have a racing form myself!
    â€”I’m going to whisper names and races so
    Our patient hears them in her twilight state
    And then I think you’ll uh uh be intrigued —
    Intrigued , I say—all right, we’ve got the fifth
    At Manor Downs. A lovely uh uh uh—
    Outside of Austin there. They’ll go the mile.
    THE FIFTH AT MANOR DOWNS. THE FIFTH. Luke’s Luck.
    Blue Streak, Destroyer, Dark Delight, Shazam.
    MASHA : Idiot of ages!
    SYLVESTER :                “Idiot—”
    Uh, no, the six: Shazam. Shazam, in fact,
    Is six, and number five is actually—
    MASHA : Idiot idiot idiot! This one heals!
    SYLVESTER : Settle down and pick me out a winner—
    JOHN : This is William Jennings Bryan Jenks…
    SYLVESTER : Jenks! The Shameful Shaman! Traveling?
    I do enjoy a Greyhound trip myself.
    It’s magical. You get to see the country.
    BILL JENKS : Who are you?
    SYLVESTER :                         I asked you first.
    BILL JENKS :                                                      I didn’t hear you ask.
    MASHA: SYLVESTER…
    BILL JENKS :                O! Sylvester!—
    SYLVESTER :                                          Uuh uh uh—
    BILL JENKS : Sylvester’s Big-As-Texas Topless Lounge!
    SYLVESTER : Back off!— Who is it now addresses me?
    MASHA : You know me.
    SYLVESTER :                     Give me now predictions three.
    MASHA : Nothing for you.
    SYLVESTER :                      Nothing? Uh. Huh. Huh—
    MASHA : You’ve let her go, you fool. She’s found the healer.
    SYLVESTER : This guy? uh uh uh—this guy’s a fraud.
    Predictions three…
    MASHA :                              Get rid of him.
    SYLVESTER : Give me now predictions three.
    MASHA : Get rid of him, or I abide in silence.
    SYLVESTER : Aw, come on, demon! Gimme couple races !
    Look at the odds on uh uh Dark Destroyer!
    â€¦We’re getting nothing here. [ To BJ ] You’ll have to leave.
    Now , please. You’ll have to uh uh uh to leave—
    BILL JENKS : Sucker, I been trying to leave all day.
    You put me on a bus, I’ll disappear.
    JOHN : This is a demon , brother! You can heal her.
    SYLVESTER : You are jinxin’ my routine! Now blow!
    GRANNY BLACK wakes.
    GRANNY BLACK: Hot! Hot! Why do they say it’s air-conditioned?
    BILL JENKS : I wish I could nap as sound as you, young lady.
    CLERK : Go grubbing on a grave all night;
    Gnaw the dirt above a killer’s corpse
    While Huntsville lies in bed. Next day you’ll nap.
    GRANNY BLACK: I