Play It Again, Charlie Brown

Frieda:
[she comes in and sits down in front of Schroeder's piano where Lucy usually sits] Schroeder, I think it's disgraceful the way Lucy bothers you, and she's always asking everybody "Why does he always have to play that stupid piano?" I think that's terrible.

[pause]

Frieda:
Incidentally, why DO you always have to play this stupid piano?

Lucy van Pelt:
[comes in and sees her] What are you doing here?

Frieda:
Who wants to know? Maybe I just like music.

Lucy van Pelt:
[sits down beside her] Do you like Beethoven?

Frieda:
What?

Lucy van Pelt:
If you're going to hang around here, you've got to like Beethoven.

Frieda:
All right, but I'll just have a small glass.

[Schroeder stops playing when he realizes what she just said, then angerly pulls the piano out from under both of them]

Lucy van Pelt:
You blew it, kid.

Schroeder:
[Schroeder is playing a song while the dual-staff music notes are shown on the screen as he plays them; somewhere in the middle of him playing, Lucy's face appears between the staffs, yet he does not take notice for a little bit; when he does, he stops playing] Don't tell me I've grown accustomed to *that* face.

[last lines, Schroeder continues playing more Beethoven songs]

Lucy van Pelt:
[sits by the piano] How come you never send me flowers?

Schroeder:
Because I don't like you.

Lucy van Pelt:
The flowers wouldn't care. Beethoven never would've made it in Nashville.

Schroeder:
[stops playing, offended] What did you say? What do you mean Beethoven wouldn't have made it in Nashville?

Lucy van Pelt:
Did he have the Nashville sound? Huh? Did he? Did he?

[Schroeder leaves, feeling insulted]

Lucy van Pelt:
[shouts] He probably wouldn't have made it in New Orleans, *either*!

[Lucy takes out her radio and happily listens to rock music on Schroeder's piano]