* MR B NATURAL

        Mr. B Natural: I've got a lot of swell stories...
        Joel:          I bet!

        Mr. B Natural: One of the nicest is about my good friend, Buzz 
                       Turner.  A little guy I first met when he was in
                       junior high.
        Joel:          Mr. B, you're HOT!!

        Joel: That hurt.  I'm all messed up inside.  If only an androgynous
              man will come and visit meeee!  Oooh!

        (Mr. B Natural pops out of Buzz's locker)
        Joel&Bots:     Nooo!  Nooo! No no no no!
        Crow:          Boo hoo hoo!
        Tom Servo:     He's coming out of the closet!  Oh, sorry.       
         
        Buzz's Mom: Uh, Buzz...
        Crow: Uh, this time don't make so much noise when you read.

        Mr. B Natural: Do I look funny?
        Joel: You look HOT!

        Mr. B Natural: When you played that music to make you feel better,
        I got your message!  You awakened me!
        Tom Servo: You mean I'm attracted to guys now?

        Buzz: You mean you've been in my room watching me all that time?
        Joel: You've seen me do EVERYTHING?

        Mr. B Natural: (Leaning forward) Look here, boy.
        Tom Servo: (startled) D'heh!

        Mr. B Natural: A boy talking like that!  Blasphemy!
        Joel: Spanking Time!

        Mr. B Natual:  I've been visiting with an 8-year-old friend of mine
                       who woke me up...
        Tom Servo:     Oh, God, no, no...

        Buzz: Wish I could...
        Tom Servo: Wear tights and prance around.

        Mr. B Natural: (In chair with her leg over the back)  Sure you can
                       be popular!
        Joel:          Oh, Mr. B...!
        Mr. B Natural: Sure you can be in a band!  And wait'll you see the
                       kicks you'll get out of it, Buzz!
        Tom Servo:     Kicks!
        Mr. B Natural: The glamour of the uniform!
        Tom Servo:     Kicks!
        Mr. B Natural: The thrill of traveling for band competitions!
        Tom Servo:     The all-night coke jags in cheap motels!!

        Mr. B Natural: If you want me to. If you'll keep me awake...
                       inside there. 
        Joel:          Bad touch.

        Joel: Y'know, I think Oscar Wilde only WISHED he was This gay.

        Mr. B Natural:  My boy was all wound up, he was!
        Tom Servo: Your boy?

        Buzz: He said my face was practically made for trumpet!  I wanna
              learn, Dad!
        Tom Servo: I wanna wear leotards and a Peter Pan hat!  Mom?!  Dad?!

        Mr. B Natural: If you don't think there's a family headed for the
                       music store...
        Tom Servo: I think that's David Bowie.

        Mr B Natural: Do you think this is a trumpet?  No!
        Joel: It's a bong!

        Tom Servo: Oh, excuse me, sexless Man-Woman!

        Mr. B Natural: You gotta inspect your horn, boy!
        Crow: And wash it every day!
        Tom Servo: D'eh!!

        (Man is rubbing his hand on a horn to check if the surface is smooth)
        Crow: Hooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!  That feels GO-O-O-OOD!