“No, no, no, no, no, Chico!”
he was like a cat pouncing- immobility his eyebrow moved
- noticed the colour of your dressing gown
- rather the Latin temperament
- Not even a compromising bequest!
- a most awkward mistake
- They die, yes
“No, no, no, no, no, Chico!” screamed Thelonious Tharp, and Chico Desideria knew that once again he had made a most awkward mistake. Chico both admired and despised his choreographer and mentor, Thelonious. Admired him for the way that when he danced he was like a cat pouncing, despised him because he possessed rather the Latin temperament and made no move to disguise it.
Chico knew what mistake he’d made this time. He was supposed to prance and cavort, leap awkwardly in time to the arrhythmic music, and then freeze. But despite his required immobility his eyebrow moved. Thelonious was livid, as usual.
“Chico, today when you left the dressing room I noticed the colour of your dressing gown had changed and I hoped that your attitude had changed along with your sartorial choices. I was wrong! You are as useless as ever! And you know, don’t you Chico, what the parents of one as unimpressive as you do? They die, yes, die! Of shame! And they leave nothing to their disappointing offspring, Chico. Not even a compromising bequest!”
Oh, no. Poor Chico.
;)
I love the Chico and Thelonious scenes. Thelonious’s insults are so gratuitously bizarre.