idiot box

[onyourfoot]

senator senator
can you act?
No, sir; I haven't the knack.
Your daughters.
Fair.
May I then bend your eyes?
Upon a stage?
Three or four...
Very poor?
If senators poor...
I be not.
obviously
such sense to see
little enough, you've roamed your eye...
Not I.
Yes, ye.
At accusation it ends.
Your eye?
Its a clack.
Your eye?
Not I.
Then whose?
Not ours; wes the sky.
Why not I?
'Tis senator.
I'd fry.
In the fray?
In the Yule.
Thats our concern.
And Yule chew on that.
And Senator on that you'll chew.