[Phantom Jitter]
You used to be a rock star
When pretension sounded new
Now look what you've come to
You're all washed up and... sung-through

[Narrator]
The landlord is revealed to be none other than Sir Phanton Jitter—mysterious opera impresario, dressed in a cape and a mask

[Phantom Jitter]
I want you
To sing for me
You have the voice of an angel

[Junita]
(fatuously)
Who, me?

[Phantom Jitter]
A whiny, self-absored angel...

[Junita]
But I can't pay my rent

[Phantom Jitter]
I'll forgo your rent
If you will sing
Something I wrote
Myself

[Junita]
You wrote it yourself?

[Phantom Jitter]
Do you know opera?

[Junita]
No

[Phantom Jitter]
Yes, I wrote it myself!