The Raven1963

Dr. Craven:
[to the raven] Are you some dark-winged messenger from beyond? Answer me, monster, tell me truly! Shall I ever hold again the radiant maiden whom the angels call Lenore?

Dr. Bedloe:
[as the raven] How the hell should I know? What am I, a fortune teller?, Ooh, I'm chilled to the bones, why don't you get me some wine... well just don't stand there gaping at me!

Dr. Craven:
That voice... I

Dr. Bedloe:
[Interrupting him] Will you give me some wine?

Dr. Craven:
Yes, yes,

[offering him a chalice]

Dr. Craven:
Here's some nice hot milk.

Dr. Bedloe:
Milk? How vomitable!

Dr. Craven:
Surely this is a dream.

Dr. Bedloe:
Hurry up, will you!

[flies onto the table]

Dr. Craven:
There you are

Dr. Bedloe:
What do you expect me to do hold it? With what? Oh, never mind!

[flies onto his shoulder and drinks from the chalice]

Dr. Bedloe:
Mmm. I like that. Mmmm!

[burps]