Rhyme for Your Life/Transcript

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Binky: Come here. Give me your ear. I'll tell you a tale that will fill you with fear. It happened long ago, in a land far away. I was shopping for my Mom just before her birthday.

Arthur: I thought that was last week.

Binky: Would you let me tell my story, geek? I don't interrupt you when you speak.

Arthur: Okay, okay. But what's with all the rhyming?

Binky: All will be clear to he who sits and listens for eleven min-its.

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Binky attempts to write a poem.

Binky: Mother dear, I love you so. If I bend my head, I can smell my toe. Oh, that doesn't make any sense. Thanks a lot Dainty, Bodie-liar and Into-sukky-shangay. [Dante, Baudelaire, Ntozake Shange]

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Binky dreams and meets a coach.

Binky: Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?

Francine: Verseburg of course. Step away from the horse.

Muffy: You should be indoors, the curfew's at nine. And don't you know, it's a crime not to rhyme?

Francine: Giddy-up, Buttercup. The coach drives away.

Binky: Oh, great. This is a rhyming nightmare. Why couldn't I have just had the one where I'm being digested by a giant clam?

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In Binky’s dream Clementine (D.W.) is kidnapped by a giant purple orange.

Clementine: Put me down, you brute! I don't even like normal fruit!

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Binky talks to the police constable (Fern).

Fern: Insufficient poetry is a class D felony! Besides, you expect me to believe that that's all fat? I bet you ate the doctor and his little brat!

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Williams: I'm William Carlos Williams.

Binky: I'm Binky. So I guess you can't rhyme either.

Williams: Sure I can: slime, sublime, waste of time. I just choose not to. I'm a political prisoner. Free verse! Free verse!

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Binky wheels Williams out of jail on a red wheelbarrow [one of Williams' poems].

Binky: My arms are killing me!

Williams: You should be happy you weren't stuck with Sylvia Plath. Now she's a heavy poet.

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Williams: Now go find that purple orange and clear your name, then the people will know who's really to blame. Ah, they've gotten to me!

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Binky tracks down the purple orange in the arctic.

Clementine: Great, now after he eats you, we'll need a bigger igloo.