Roy: Domino, Domino, Domino Biz-bo-OH,
Domino Biz-bo-OH, Amen, Domino Biz-bo, Hallelujah, eh...
Ian: Et cum spiritu tuo...
Roy: Ian, I don't think I qualify for the Mothers.
FZ: They're making up their lines as they go along, isn't it thrilling?
Ian: Why, Roy?
Roy: Because I don't think I'm qualified. I think, I think I'm holding the group back because I'm a MEXICAN. And also because I don't play bass good.
Ian: I don't care how you can play bass but we have NO MEXICANS in this group.
Roy: And I wanna join your group.
Ian: No Mexicans!
Roy: I can sing opera, I have already quit, I cut my hair, I got all my shit together here. I can do it.
Ian: I don't care how you look, you gotta be able to cut the part.
Roy: I can sing. Please. Please, Ian, give me a CHANCE.
Ian: I don't believe you can sing.
Roy: Ah, PLEASE! Ah, Ian, please, hear my PLEA! PLEASE, IAN! PLE-E-E-EASE! I can do it, give me a CHANCE! PLEASE! Please, IAN! BWAH-Ah-Ah-Ah! Please!
Ian: Okay Mexican...
Ian: Okay Mexican...
Ian: Sing this note:
Roy (with JCB): You think everything gonna be all right.
Ian: Okay. You passed the first part of your audition. Now you gotta sing...
Roy: Mi, mi, mi, mi...
Just a few weeks before this show, the Pope had announced a ban on birth control pills (in spite of the persistent rumors that the Vatican had major financial holdings in a Swiss company that manufactured the little devils). To commemorate this, Roy Estrada strides on stage wearing a floor length chain-mail dress with enormous aluminum tits, and an ornate Catholic ceremonial head-dress. He is carrying a childs plastic sand bucket filled with SMARTYS (the British equivalent of M&Ms). The inscription on the bucket reads NO MORE UGLY BABIES! While chanting in Latin, he hurls fistfuls of candy into the audience, in lieu of birth control pills. He approaches Ian in his robotically transformed state and begs for an audition as an opera singer with Ian's new group, claiming that he has to leave The Mothers – he's holding the group back because he's a Mexican.