The Massive Improve'lence

Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence, dahlin'! jes' a 
few moments ago you was well on yo' way to bein' severely 
ugly! now, thoo de magik o' stagekraff, de blubulence of 
yo' blobulence done reciprocated to a respectumal 
reclusium! yow! science!

(to harry & rhonda)
Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, i b'lieves it's 'bout 
time fo yo pathetical miniaturized replicas to fall in 
love! after all...dis lil' sucker already been fulla glue, 
homo-sectional extru- siums, 'n army food...nothin' left 
fo' him to do, 'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over 
heahhh!

'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem 
tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n some titty 
too, ef dey can git it, so, les' get y'all in positium 
heah, 'n get dis silly business over wit! y'all's takin' 
too goddam long to grow up in ermerica!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to 
admit...this is a rather awkward situation!

Harry:
That's right! stage-craft is one thing, but this is 
ridiculous! where did that stimulating little replica come 
from anyway?

Rhonda:
That's a good question, harry! don't let him wiggle out of 
it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable 
answer!

Harry:

Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, rhonda! i'll handle 
this! look here, 'mr. potato-head', what's the meaning of 
all this? do you realize what you're asking my replica to 
do? do you expect him to literally fall in love in front of
 all these people...with that artificial rhonda over there?

Thing-fish:
Do de pope shit in de woods?

Harry:
Now, just hold on there, buddy! let's be serious! the 
toilet training of exalted religious personalities is not 
our primary topic of discussion!

Rhonda:
Harry, that's wonderful! the way you're just rearing up on 
your hind legs like that! that's terrific! so what if you 
suck a little cock every once in a while! that's terrific!

Thing-fish: (to harry)
Look heahhh, sweetheart, they's somethin' fishy gwine 
on...all i's wantin' to do is get de romantic in'trust out 
de way so we can git back to de evil prince, 'n see what de
 fuck we gone do 'bouts him! de way you's givin' me de lip,
 lead me to infer a subterior motivatium!

Harry: (singing)
I want a nun!
I want a nun!
I want a burro,
In the frosty light!

Thing-fish:
You want a nun? de boy want a nun? what de fuck kinda nun 
you want?

Harry: (singing)
I can't seem to make up my mind!
Something about mammys
Seems so sublime...
That's the broadway word

Used when they rhyme
A song about love!

Thing-fish:
But, on broadway, it's a new day! ain'tcha hoid? yo' 
unrequired desirin's be mo' suited to de zomby-folk up in 
de evil prince's lab-mo-to-rium!

Harry: (whimpering)
Don't make fun of me...please! i know i'm not the most 
desirable kind of fellow a 'mammy nun' could choose for 
intimate companionship...but...but... gosh-darn-it, i'd 
try...i'd really try to make you happy!

Rhonda:
Harry...you are...a worm...a disgusting worm! you 
wormmmmmm! you are nothing but a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!

Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like to 
use my nakkin' one mo' time?

Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you say it? 
'nay'kin'? oh!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! i haven't 
even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow to maturity 
yet! the artificial rhonda is pining away for my wholesome 
companionship, just over there! this isn't right! you're 
letting everything get all out of sequence!

Thing-fish:
Whoa! i gots yo' 'sequence' hangin', boy! get outs de way! 
cain't y'see dat de mizzable cock-sucker you ultimately 
gwine become done fell in love wit' a 'mammy nun'! awright,
 which one idit, sweetheart?

Harry:
I...i...can't seem to make up my mind...you're all 

so...masterful! so sensuous...you're so incredibly 
talented!

Rhonda:
...a wor-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmmm! you are a fucking 
wor-r-r-r-r-r-r-mmmmmmmmm!

Thing-fish:
Makes up yo' mind, dahlin'! we ain't gots all night heahhh!
 intromissium be comin' up putty quick! folks be headin' on
 out to de lobby fo' dem mash potatoes we tole 'em 'bout 
earlier!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I insist on falling in love, right now, this very moment, 
and i don't care what you do with him...

Thing-fish:
Go 'head on den...go git yo' deflateable bitch ovuh deah! 
judgin' fum all de fuss, you ain't in much better shape den
 de large economy size been clutchin' at my nakkin!

We gots a love song (jes' yo' type), bridgin' de 
conceptiumal gap between what you is, what you think you 
is, what we think you is, what you is gonna be, 'n also 
what yo' rubberized madonna be somewhat remindin' me of!

Sister ob'dewlla 'x', gather de mo' sensitive mammys 
together fo' harmonicizatiumal purposes, while de ones with
 de m.b.a.'s hit de lobby 'n sell some shit, 'fo de 
customers over-run yo' ass! meanwhile, lil' guy, go get yo'
 rubber girl 'n esspress yo-seff!