(Spoonman starts to sputter.)

Spoonman: If I were Holy Hair Roller, my dear, I think I would not be able to stop myself from attempting to exorcise thevillainous demon that has grip on you, but I am not repentant righteous snot. I am Spoonman, and you are Cobra Woman come to Cobra Lounge. And I respect you, and we all respect you.

Cobra Woman: So now what do you want? You want me to come up on stage, I suppose?

Spoonman: Please...

Cobra Woman: Why should I? I can make lots of money out here, the action's good. You can't make shit up there. Unless you're Whoopi Goldberg, and you ain't Whoopi Goldberg.

Spoonman: So tell me something else I don't know.

Cobra Woman: You don't know how to talk to a lady.

Spoonman: Look, you are most definitely woman who will not be called "Toots". You are most definitely a lady. So make it easier for me, please. Come up here.

Cobra Woman: I'll leave whenever I want. Understood. Don't nobody try and stop me. And don't nobody try to guilt vibe me. I hate guilt vibes.

Spoonman: Cobra Woman has deep moral muscles. But they are not conventionally ordered, and she does not take well to guilt.

Cobra Woman: What's next on the bill?

Spoonman: Anarchist Vomit

Cobra Woman: Really. I love that

Spoonman: So do I. So come and introduce it with me. Step onto stage.

Cobra Woman: Maybe for a little while.

Spoonman: Ready?

Cobra Woman: Yeah.