[Very late at night. Somewhere on Lafayette Avenue. In Brooklyn.]
Reggie: Did you see the ABT Nutcracker Audition Notice in the garbage up by Waverly Avenue?
Reilly: No man, I'm trying to find that KFC hot wing and mashed potatoes that I saw the guy dump in the corner can. I know it's there somewhere, but I can't get up the side of the can. My claws won't hold me.
Reggie: You need to cut weight. Stick to the leftover salads on the street between Clinton and Washington.
Reilly: That's a subway ride up to Clinton. I'm staying out of the subway for now. It's too freakin' dangerous. The Department of Health is looking for us and it's not just to write us a ticket!
Reggie: Well then, WALK. It'll do you good. You've got to get into shape if you want to impress RATmansky at the audition.
Reilly: You're right. This new Nutcracker is gonna be my ticket outta here. I've always wanted to be on stage – or in the audience under someone's feet – or even just in a dressing room. My life is the thea-tra!
Reggie: You're such a ham.
Reilly: Oh man, what I wouldn't give for a little ham. Let's go check the cans in front of the church. Church hand-outs have been good lately. What exactly do we have to do at this Nutcracker audition?
Reggie: High-speed scurry in a circle. Extend our tails. Basic technique. I'm sure you can handle it.
Reilly: Is this guy RATmansky going to expect a resume?