Rent - 15. La Vie Boheme (Movie Cast)

Angel:
Who died?

Benny:
Our akita

Mark, Roger, Collins, Angel:
Evita!

Benny:
You make fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, bohemia's a fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

Mark:
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes

[Roger and Collins begin chanting "Dies Irae"]

Mark:
Here she lies, no one knew her worth
The late, great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethleham
We raise our glass, you bet your ass to
La Vie Boheme

All:
La Vie Boheme!
La Vie Boheme!
La Vie Boheme!
La Vie Boheme!

Mark:
To days of inspiration
Playin' hookey, makin' somethin' outta nothin'
The need to express, to communicate
To going against the grain, going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension
To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike midday past the three peice suits
To fruits! To no absolutes, to Absolut, to choice
To the Village Voice, to any passing fad
To being an "us" for once, instead of a "them"

All:
La Vie Boheme!

Girls:
La Vie Boheme!

Maureen:
Hey mister..she's my sister!

Waiter:
So that's five miso soup
Four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls

Roger:
Ew!

Collins:
It tastes the same

Mimi:
If you close your eyes

Waiter:
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?

All:
Wine and beer!

Angel and Mimi:
To hand crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou

Maureen and Collins:
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation

Mark:
Mucho masturbation

Maureen and Collins:
Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new

Roger:
To Sontag!

Angel:
To Sondheim!

Girls:
To anything taboo

Roger and Collins:
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage

Collins:
Lenny Bruce!

Roger:
Langston Hughes!

Maureen
To the stage!

Girl:
To Uda!

Boy:
To Buddha!

Girls:
Pablo Neruda, too!

Mark and Mimi:
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em!

All:
La Vie Boheme!

Investor:
Sisters?

Maureen and Joanne:
We're close

Collins and Angel:
Brothers!

All:
Bi sexuals, tri sexuals, homosapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Peewee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel, the Sex Pistols, 8 BC
To no shame, never playin' the fame game

Collins:
To marijuana!

All:
To sodomy, it's between God and me
To S&M

Mark:
Waiter, waiter, waiter!

All:
La Vie Boheme!

Collins:
In honour of the death of bohemia
An impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one night engagement
At the eleventh street lot will perform Native American Tribal chants
Backwards through her vocoder while accompanying herself on the electric chello
Which she ain't never studied

Roger:
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary
About his inability to hold an erection on the High Holy days

Mark:
And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance
To the sounds of ice tea being stirred
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song..

[Roger begins playing guitar]

Mark:
..that doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz

Collins:
And Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub

Angel:
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of his succesful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment
To self destruct, as it broadcasts the words: "Actual reality, act up, fight AIDs!"

Mimi:
S'cuse me, did I do somethin' wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night long

Roger:
I been tryin', I'm not lyin'
No one's perfect
I've got baggage!

Mimi:
Life's too short, babe!
Time is flyin, I'm lookin' for baggage that goes with mine

Roger:
I should tell you

Mimi:
I've got baggage too

Roger:
--should tell you, baggage--

All:
Wine and beer!

[Roger's beeper goes off]

Mimi:
AZT break

Roger:
You?

Mimi:
Me. You?

Roger:
Mimi..