[Very late at night. Somewhere on Lafayette Avenue. In Brooklyn.]
Reilly: Did you hear? One of the brothers was holed up back stage at the Guggenheim this week when ABT gave a preview lecture/demo on our new Nutcracker. He saw our costumes. We’re gonna be white! Can you believe it! Bed-Stuy rats in whiteface. Ha!
Reggie: Well, the neighborhood up by BAM is a little tonier now – Fort Somethingorother. We just have to accept the gentrification process without letting it push us out. People up there are comfortable with the idea of white lab mice, but not rats like us.
Reilly: It seems the Rat King is gonna have seven heads. Seven white heads.
Reggie: You know what that means, don’t you? Seven heads means seven brains. We’re gonna be brainy white rats – that’s why RATmansky gave us all that difficult choreography. The rats are finally gonna win the battle in The Nutcracker – it’s about time.
Reilly: Don’t bet on it. Come January, we'll still be shopping in the garbage cans.