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Opal:
[In an automobile junkyard]
I'm wandering in a graveyard. The dead here have no crosses, nor tombstones, nor wreaths to sing of their past glory, but lie in rotting, decaying, rusty heaps, their innards ripped out by greedy, vulturous hands. Their vast, vacant skeletons... sadly sighing to the sky. The rust on their bodies... is the color of Dried blood. Dried blood. I'm reminded of... of an elephant's secret burial ground. Yes. Cette aire de mystère. Cette essence de I'irréel. These cars are trying to communicate. O cars, Are you trying to tell me something? Are you trying to convey to me some secret... Kenny Fraiser:
What... Excuse me? Opal:
Oh, excuse me! I thought I was completely alone. How embarrassing. Oh, you're a musician!
[In an automobile junkyard]
I'm wandering in a graveyard. The dead here have no crosses, nor tombstones, nor wreaths to sing of their past glory, but lie in rotting, decaying, rusty heaps, their innards ripped out by greedy, vulturous hands. Their vast, vacant skeletons... sadly sighing to the sky. The rust on their bodies... is the color of Dried blood. Dried blood. I'm reminded of... of an elephant's secret burial ground. Yes. Cette aire de mystère. Cette essence de I'irréel. These cars are trying to communicate. O cars, Are you trying to tell me something? Are you trying to convey to me some secret... Kenny Fraiser:
What... Excuse me? Opal:
Oh, excuse me! I thought I was completely alone. How embarrassing. Oh, you're a musician!
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I'm wandering in a graveyard
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The dead here have no crosses
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nor tombstones nor wreaths to sing of their past glory
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but lie in rotting decaying rusty heaps
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their innards ripped out by greedy vulturous hands
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Their vast vacant skeletons
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sadly sighing to the sky
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The rust on their bodies
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is the color of dried blood
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Dried blood
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I'm reminded of
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of an elephant's secret burial ground
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Yes
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Cette aire de myst re Cette essence de I'irr el
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These cars are trying to communicate
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O cars are you trying to tell me something
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Are you trying to convey to me some secret
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What Excuse me
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Oh excuse me
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I thought I was completely alone How embarrassing
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Oh you're a musician
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Movie Summary
Over the course of a few hectic days, numerous interrelated people prepare for a political convention.
