The transcript of Muted Muriel
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Eustace?
Eustace?
Are you listening to me?
Can you go to the store and pick me up a bottle of vinegar?
Eustace? Vinegar!
Vinegar!
Eustace Bagge!
-(SHRIEKING) -(THUDS ON CEILING)
Ahh! (WHIMPERS)
MURIEL: Eustace!
Eustace: (MUMBLING) What?
Muriel: Finally!
Eustace, can you go to the store and pick me up a bottle of vinegar?
Eustace: Why don't you leave me alone? (MUTTERING ANGRILY)
Eustace: Get out of my way, woman!
Muriel:Is that the only thing you have to say to me?
Eustace: Nope. I'm hungry. Where's my food?
Muriel: Eustace I don't think you're being very polite.
Eustace: Ha. Who cares what ya think?
I think you'd care what I think.
I'd care what you think
if you said something worth thinking about!
- I think you're stubborn! - Mmm-hmm.
Don't care!
- And I think you're being very nasty! - Mmm-hmm!
Don't care!
You're blocking me TV!
Darn TV-blocking woman!
(CHANGING CHANNELS RAPIDLY)
I've had it with you not caring what I think or say!
(EUSTACE GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)
They should make a remote that shuts off people!
Don't worry.
I'm shutting myself off.
I'm not speaking anymore. Listen to the TV all you want.
You won't be hearing from me again.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Sorry, Courage.
My voice isn't welcome in this house, so I'm keeping my thoughts to myself.
Huh?
What? I wasn't listening.
(LAUGHING)
Finally a little peace and quiet.
(LAUGHING)
Hey, stupid dog. Muriel talking yet?
Mmm-mmm.
Well, go get her to talk, dog.
I want to know if she's gonna make me breakfast!
Ooh! (GRUNTS)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(CONTINUES SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
wens)
I can't believe I got to buy me own breakfast.
(THUD)
(GRUNTING)
(LINE RINGING)
This is Dr. Vindaloo. You sick?
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
The big lady is silent?
Ow'.!
She must be the one to explain the problem to me.
Ouch!
Put big lady on phone.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
-(TRIMMER WHIRRING) - If patient cannot describe problem to me,
I cannot help, cannot help at all.
Ouch!
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
If the silent one won't speak, you need more than a doctor to help.
You need magic.
(CHUCKLES) That's a good one.
Ouch!
Must hang up now.
Your Muriel will not speak because of the stupid one?
What is it I can do?
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Okay, I will unleash forces
which can only be stopped by the sound of your Muriel's voice.
Huh?
These are powerful forces.
Very powerful.
(SHUDDERING)
I will make a spell
from deep below the planet's shell.
(PLAYS SAXOPHONE)
Deeper than the deepest well.
(PLAYS SAXOPHONE)
May forces rise to break the ground.
(CONTINUES PLAYING)
And cause your Muriel to sound.
-(CONTINUES PLAYING) -(SIGHS)
Okay!
SHIRLEY: Uh, uh, uh.
There's more.
If your Muriel won't speak...
(PLAYS SAXOPHONE)
...much havoc will these forces wreak.
Or, in other words, it will not be pretty.
(GULPS)
(RUMBLING)
So it begins.
(GASPS IN TERROR)
(SCREAMING)
If I were you, I would get to your Muriel before it does.
(GASPS)
I can provide speedy transportation for a fee.
(STRAINED GRUNTING)
Phew!
Don't you have anything bigger?
It will have to do.
Oh!
(PEDALS SQUEAKING)
(HORN TOOTS)
(PANTING)
(BRAKES SCREECH)
(PANTING)
Watch where you're going, you fool!
(SCREAMS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(CREATURE ROARING)
(CONTINUES PANTING)
(SHUDDERING)
Ooh!
(BABBLING EXCITEDLY)
(IMITATING CREATURE)
(IN MURIEL'S VOICE) I'm talking now.
And the sound of my voice will save the farm from getting destroyed!
EUSTACE: Will you quit that stupid hippie music?
I'm trying to watch TV!
(CONTINUES PLAYING SITAR)
wens)
(GROUND RUMBLING)
No!
(SHRIEKING)
(COURAGE GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(CREATURE ROARING)
(BABBLING)
I asked you to stop playing that stupid... Huh?
(SCREAMING)
(BABBLING)
Oh...
COURAGE'. Muriel!
(GASPS) Courage!
Courage, are you okay?
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
I thought I was going to lose you.
Did I stop it with my voice?
Mmm-hmm.
I guess what I say does matter.
(CHUCKLES)
At least to a huge, ugly creature.
(BABBLING)
And to you.
Yay!
Aw, Courage. I'll never stop talking again.
MURIEL: And another thing, Eustace.
So, from now on, when I talk, you listen!
Got it?
I said, is that clear?
(MUFFLED) Mmm-hmm.
(STRAINED GRUNTING)
(POPS)
(LAUGHING)