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[BAMBI is over by a small glitzy wardrobe, sorting through an assortment of outrageous costumes and wigs. STACE is dabbing on eye shadow in front of a compact mirror in the cramped dressing room. They are the leading duo act in an inner-city Sydney drag club and they are the ones that everyone comes week after week to see perform.]
BAMBI: Are you ready for the show, luv?
STACE: Sure thing, Rich!
BAMBI: I've told you! Don't call me “Rich”! It's “Bambi”!
STACE: Ooh! Sorry darl! Touched a nerve there I see.
[Pause. BAMBI glares at STACE, and then goes back to sorting through costumes. BAMBI pulls out a sparkly scarf and studies that intently.]
BAMBI: Anyway, we've got a big turn up tonight...
STACE: [looks at BAMBI’s crotch and grins] I can see that!
BAMBI: [covers crotch with sparkly scarf] Not me, ya fool! Out there! [points at the dressing room door]
STACE: Oh! Well then, yes, I am ready. I just can't get this blue eye shadow to the shade I want! I'm supposed to look like Cyndi Lauper, not a battered house wife!
BAMBI: Oh here dear, let me!
[BAMBI titters over to the narrow make-up desk and fusses over pots of make-up, trying to locate the perfect shade. BAMBI hands STACE the right shade.]
STACE: What would I do without you?
BAMBI: I don't know Stace, but…
[BAMBI is cut off by a loud knock at the door and a man's voice calling “Show time ladies!”]
Ah! Show time! Our adoring audience awaits! Ready?
STACE: Of course luv! I'm just a sweet transvestite! I'm always ready! [winks at BAMBI]
[BOTH strut out of the dressing room door. Exit.]