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 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: (spoken)She died. (sung) Her name was April.
Mimi: It's out again. Sorry about your friend. Would you light my candle?
Roger: Well.
Mimi: (spoken) Yeah.
Roger: (sung) Oh, the wax, it's..
Mimi: Dripping. I like it between my -
Roger: Fingers, I figured. Oh, well good night. (KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK) It blew out again.
Mimi: No, I think that I lost 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?
Roger: The floor?
Mimi: They say that I have the best ass below 14th St. Is it true?
Roger: What?
Mimi: You're staring again.
Roger: I 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 think I've seen you somewhere else.
Mimi: Do you go to the cat scratch club? That's where I work, I dance. (spoken) Help me look.
Roger: Yes. They used to tie you up.
Mimi: It's a living.
Roger: I didn't recognize you without the hand cuffs.
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 was born to be bad.
Roger: I once was born to be bad. I used to shiver like that.
Mimi: (spoken)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: (spoken)What's that?
Mimi: What?
Roger: It's a candy bar wrapper.
Mimi: We could light the candle. Oh, what'd you do with my candle....
Roger: That was my last match.
Mimi: Our eyes will 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 fathers. Do you want dance?
Roger: With you?
Mimi: No, with my father.
Roger: I'm Roger.
Mimi: They call me, they call me, Mi-mi--.
