[JOE]
I started work on the script
I hacked my way through the thicket
A maze of fragmented ramblings
By a soul in limbo

She hovered there like a hawk
Afraid I'd damage her baby
(spoken)
I thought we might cut away from the market

[NORMA, spoken]
Cut away from me?

[JOE, spoken]
They don't want you in every scene

[NORMA, spoken]
Of course they do, what else would they have come for?

[JOE]
I made my first big mistake
I put my foot in the quicksand
It wouldn't be a few paste and scissors
This would take weeks
The house was always so quiet
Just me and Max and that organ
No one fawned and nobody ever came
And there was only one kind of entertainment on hand