Monk
[Stands up]
Now, a true hag and a metropolitan diva sing the song about a mountain hag.
Can you tell who’s singing about whom?
One mixes with the other.
You see?
This is how “an ugly old hag in the mountains” works.
This is how love works in front of us, human beings, in our everyday world dramas.
Hag
A poet can cherish a wonderful spring evening where flowers are blossoming and the moon is full.
He will not swap one minute of it even with one thousand pound of gold.
But this evening is more valuable than the poet’s one because it is the evening when Diva the hag meets a true hag.
Let’s sing a song of this unbelievable happening and tell the world how important this encounter is.
Diva
All right, all right.
I will sing whatever you like, even though there’s no audience listening.
Valet
I am listening, madam.
Diva
Shut up, idiot!
Hag
[Singing]
Your voice is a bird flapping.
Diva
[Singing]
Your drum is falls cascading.