200 Motels (1971) - full transcript

A MURAKAMI / WOLF / BIZARRE PRODUCTION
color by Technicolor.

THE MOTHERS OF INVENTION

THEODORE BIKEL

Music performed by
The Mothers of Invention.

MARK VOLMAN / HOWARD KAYLAN / IAN
UNDERWOOD /AYNSLEY DUNBAR / GEORGE DUKE

Introducing:
KEITH MOON / JANET FERGUSON.

LUCY OFFERALL / JIMMY CARL BLACK

MARTIN LICKERT / DICK BARBER

DON PRESTON / PAMELA MILLER

RUTH UNDERWOOD /JUDY GRIDLEY

RINGO STARR



FRANK ZAPPA'S 200 MOTELS

Music composed and arranged by:
FRANK ZAPPA.

Music performed by:
THE ROYAL PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA.

Choreographed by:
GILLIAN LYNNE.

Story and screenplay by
FRANK ZAPPA.

Shooting script by:
TONY PALMER.

Associate producers
RAOUL RAGEL / BRIAN HARRIS.

Produced by
JERRY GOOD / HERB COHEN

characterizations directed by
FRANK ZAPPA.

Visuals directed by TONY PALMER.

Ladies and gentlemen!

200 motels

200 motels... Life on the road!

Ladies and gentlemen! And here is...



Who?

Larry the dwarf!

Larry likes to dress up funny.

Tonight he's dressed up like Frank Zappa.

Let's ask him "What's the deal?"

Hi Larry, it's good to have you back
on our panel.

Hi Dave,
it's really great to be back on your panel.

I'm sure the people at home would be interested to know why
such a large dwarf as you is all dressed up like Frank Zappa.

Tell us Larry, eh... what's the deal?

He made me do it, Dave. He's such a creep.
He's making me hold this alladin.

And why is he making you do that, Larry?

He wants me to fuck the girl with the harp.

He wants you to fuck
the girl... with the harp?

No, no, with the magic lamp. He
wants me to stuff it up her and rub it.

Hm. Hm-hm-hm. Ho-ho-ho,
ha-ha. A-HA-HA-HA-HO-HO.

Let's ask our studio audience. If you'd just been lowered
down here on TV by a wire connected to a brown leather

harness, forced by a crazy person to insert a mysterious,
imported lamp into the reproductive-rep-rep-rep into-into

the rep-rep-reproductive orifice of a lady
harpist and you were a dwarf... would you do it?

YES!!!

Yay!

Let's spin the big wheel, Larry! Go ahead,
give it a whirl!

What our studio audience doesn't
know is that the reason Larry the Dwarf

is doing all this stuff
is because its all part

of the score to 200 Motels. Every word,
every action, the lamp,

the reproductive orifice,
it's all in the score, so he

has to do it. This whole event is a fantasy that occurred touring
on the road. Touring can make you crazy, ladies and gentlemen.

That is precisely what
200 Motels is all about.

Say!

Ow! Look out!

Ow! Look out!

Ow! Look out!

How long?

How long?

Till that mystery roach be arrivin' soon.

Ya-ooo Ya-ooo Ya-ooo Ya-ooo.

That mystery roach be approachin'

That mystery roach be approachin' me.

La La La La La La La, Oof!

How long?

How long?

Till that mystery roach been gone.

Ya-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo.

Ya-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo.

That mystery roach be approachin'

That mystery roach be approachin' me.

La La La La La La La, Oof!

That mystery roach be approachin'

That mystery roach be approachin' me.

La La La La La La La, Oof!

Mystery mystery mystery mystery
mystery mystery mystery roach!

Mystery mystery mystery mystery
mystery mystery mystery roach!

Mystery mystery mystery mystery
mystery mystery mystery roach!

Mystery mystery mystery mystery
mystery mystery mystery roach!

Mystery mystery mystery mystery
mystery mystery mystery roach!

Mystery mystery mystery mystery
mystery mystery mystery roach!

Room service?

Ah... a mystery roach...

What are we SINGING about?

We must be... FLIPPING OUT!

Special delivery for Mr. Volman!
Mr. Volman? Are you Volman?

(Sniff sniff) Do you smell somethin' weird? (Sniff
sniff) It's a double cheeseburger from a famous American

burger chain, with a symbol in the parking
lot that's yellow plastic and goes like this:

RANCE MUHAMMITZ...

RANCE MUHAMMITZ...

RANCE...

RANCE MUHAMMITZ...

RANCE...

RANCE...

MUHAMMITZ...

MUHAMMITZ...

MUHAMMITZ...

...In a steaming briefcase!

You're Volman!

Yeh-No. No. He's Volman. Who are you?

You must call me "Rance Muhammitz."

"Rance Muhammitz"?
Stupidest name I ever heard of.

Yah, but you must remember that within the conceptual
framework of this filmic event, nothing really matters! It is

entirely possible for several subjective realities to coexist.
It is possible that all things are a deception of the senses.

Right on, Rance! The functioning of our senses has been
spiritually impaired and chemically corrupted by the fake,

artifical food coloring.

By the way. Mr. Volman,
I have... YOUR CHEESEBURGER.

We must evolve.

Yeah...

We must progress.

Progress...

There must be growth!

Yeah... macrobiotic
foods and tie-dye shirts!

Hey, ya ain't gonna eat that cheeseburger,
Mark? (BURP)

Fucking guy will eat anything.

This is registered delivery,
you will have to sign for it.

Sure man, I'll sign. Where's the pencil?

I don't wish to alarm you, my son, but the
signature will have to be... in blood.

Listen man, I just wanna know two things. Is there any
beer in this fake nightclub, and when do we get paid?

Just-just a minute, just a minute, in a moment or two you'll
be able to get your hands on all the imaginary beer that

you want. For the moment, I would like to explain some
of the things that you'll all be doing in this movie.

I've been wondering about that.

For Sherwood,
we have a vacuum cleaner scheduled...

A vacuum cleaner?

...and a potential epileptic seizure during
a production number later on.

A vacuum cleaner!

I thought the two of you would like to get acquainted.
It says here that you are supposed to be in love.

This abnormal relationship will be
great for the big story I'm going to write!

Listen man, I just wanna know one thing:
When do we get paid?

No look, look, look, look, look, don't you
even care what you do?

So long as I get some beer and I get paid,
you can make me do anything, I'm professional!

You should be careful talkin'
about that stuff. Why, does he listen?

He always listens. He always watches and listens to all the
guys in the band. I've been in the band for years, and I

know. He always listens.

That's how he gets all his material! It isn't s'posed to
be natural, friendly, good-natured, humorous, ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, YEAH, WELL FINE!

...and then he rips it off, and he sneaks off into a secret
room some place, and boils it in ammonia, and he gets it

perverted, and THEN he brings it back
to us at rehearsal and makes us play it!

Hey man, what's that over there?

It's HIM. You can see him, he's watching.

D'ya think he heard us?

I've been in the band for years. You can
bet that he heard everything.

Yeah, let's go over and
pretend to be nice to him.

Yeah, let's go over and pretent
we don't know he's watching.

Yeah,
and rippin' off all our good material.

Hi, man!

Hi, Frank!

Hi, man!

Hi, Frank!

Hi, man!

Hey, Frank!

Hey, that's a GREAT new song you wrote, you know, the
one about the penis and everything? I was laughin' a lot

the whole time I was learnin' it!

Yeah, we were all laughin', Frank!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha YEAH, WELL FINE!

Yeah, it took a little while to get into it
man, but once we got the drift, phew!

Yeah, there's lots of great parts you've got
in there for the chorus, you know when they go:

RAN-TAN-RAN-TOON-RAN-TAN-TAN...

And I steal the room and everything, you know. I don't even
mind you rippin' it off from me, just as long as I get paid.

Oh, and I don't even mind the part where he says, "what
can I say about this fabulous elixir," so long as me and

Howard and Jeff Simmons who left the group just before the
movie started get credit for special material! Ha-ha-ha!

I'm deeply offended by
your lack of artistic sense.

Look here, Muhammitz, or whatever the fuck they call ya, I
don't even give a shit man, I got five fuckin' kids at home

and... can you lend me a coupla bucks until
the end of the week? Who are you, anyway?

Oh, she writes for the Imaginary Rock
and Roll newspaper in San Francisco.

San Francisco?

Man!

Oh! Eh, he's making me leave here now.
I'll see you later when we play.

What?

I don't expect you to understand that,
because uh, we haven't formed the group yet.

Ah, Mark will play the bass...

Ba-doom-doom-doom-doom...

Howie will sing and play sax...

Dwee-dat-dwee-dat-dweet-dat-dwee-dat...

I'll play the guitar... woop-doo-doo-doo...
and the dwarf here will play drums!

Waittaminit, waittaminit, waittaminit, waittaminit,
waittaminit! This guy isn't even a dwarf!

That's one of the reasons the group will be
so commercial!

Ah. What about the other guys?

Ah, they're already forming groups all over the place! Why wait
till the end of the movie, we could have a hit single right now!

He's right,
he's right! We don't need Aynsley...

No... We don't need Ian...

No... We don't need George!

No! We don't need anybody! Argh!

No!

He needs us, remember. We don't need him! All those other
guys are too old for rock. They're out of it! We could

have a tight little heavy little band with this dwarf here.
You know, that he, he used to play drums for Leon Russell...

Ohh...

Listen, you're right. Zappa's 30.

Yeah, man.

Ohh... whew...

Thirty years old...

Oh, he's out of it man! He's too old,
he should retire.

Yeah, really. You can't trust old people. You know,
we should take up a collection and buy him a watch.

I don't know too much about this stuff

I've been a little busy.

This won't take long.

Just a few questions.

This won't take long.

Just a few questions.

This won't take long.

Just a few questions.

Just a few questions.

This... won't... take... long...

This... won't... take... long...

This... won't... take... long...

This... won't... take... long...

I hear birds!

What's he saying?

You took the mystery burger! You are in full posession
of ...the burger! Do you know who I am? Hm? Do you know.

Who I really am?

Really man! WHO... DO YOU THINK... YOU ARE?

Yeah, do you want me to tell you WHO...
I really think you are?

Yeah, somebody tell me WHO is this guy?

Centerville.

A real nice place to raise your kids up.

Centerville.

It's really neat!

Churches.

Churches.

And liquor stores.

Oh, yeah! It's.

Just like Glendale.

Look!

Over there.

It's a rancid boutique!

Janet,
did you see those guys with the hair?

It's those guys from the fake stage
across the street from our house.

Eww, I get so excited when someone from a
group gets near me. I just... eww, I just...

Don't you have any taste? That one guy's
got gray hair, and the other one's too fat.

Oh, they look so lonely.

Lonely? Good evening honey, they look desperate.
Desperate pop stars are so depressing when they've been

on the road for such a long time, and
they finally get some action.

They drool on you.

Really. All that stuff that comes out of their
mouth when they're on top of you. It's so moche. Ew.

Ew, on the pillows.

But I like the drummer with the rivets
on his clothes, he's not bad.

Yeah, I've seen him too. He just screams "Englishness,"
with that little haircut and the rings...

And the binoculars.

Binoculars?

Didn't you notice his binoculars?

No, he's got binoculars?

He watches us through them, he's a pervert!

Oh, I get so hot just thinking about perversions... Maybe
when we go down to the fake nightclub tonight we can

meet him,
and find out if he really is perverted.

Just take my word for it; He is perverted.

Mmm. And English, too.

They're all that way.

This town.

This town.

Is a Sealed Tuna Sandwich.

Sealed Tuna Sandwich.

With the wrapper glued

(WITH THE WRAPPER GLUED!)

It's by baloney on the rack.

Rant-tant-tant.

Tant-tant-tant.

Tant-tant-tant.

It goes for 40 cents a whack.

It's just a rancid little snack.

In a plastic bag.

From a matron in La Habra with
a blown-out crack.

WHO DIES TO SUCK THE FRINGE OFF
OF JIMMY CARL BLACK!

My name is Burtram.

I am a redneck.

All my friends,

They call me 'Burt'

(Hi, Burt!)

All my family,

From down in Texas.

Make their livin'

Diggin' dirt.

Come out here to Californy,

Just to find me.

Some pretty girls.

Ones I seen.

Gets me so horny;

Ruby lips,

'N teeth like pearls!

Wanna love 'em all!

Wanna love 'em dearly!

Wanna pretty girl...

I'll even pay!

I'll buy 'em furs!

I'll buy 'em jewelry!

I know they like me;

Here's what I say:

I'm lonesome Cowboy Burt!

(Speakin' atcha!)

Come smell my fringe-y shirt!

(Reekin' atcha!)

My cowboy pants,

My cowboy dance,

My bold advance,

On this here waitress...

Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey.

Yodel-oh-oo-pee!

(He's lonesome Cowboy Burt.

(Don'tcha get his feelings hurt)

Come on in this place,

'N I'll buy you a taste,

You can sit on my face...

Where's my waitress?

Burtram, Burtram redneck.

Burtram, Burtram redneck.

I'm an awful nice guy!

Sweat all day in the sun!

Roofer by trade,

Quite a bundle I've made,

I'm unionized roofin' old.

Son-of-a-gun!

(He's a unionized roofin' old.

(Son-of-a-gun!)

When I get off, I get plastered.

Drink till I fall onna floor,

Find me some Communist bastard,

'N stomp on his face till he don't.

Move no more!

(He stomps on his face till he don't.

(Move no more!)

I fuss, an' I cuss an' I keep on drinkin',

Till my eyes puff up an' turn red!

I drool on m'shirt,

I see if he's hurt,

Kick him again in the head, yes!

Kick him again in the head, boys!

Kick him again in the head, now!

KICK HIM AGAIN IN THE HEAD!

Lonesome Cowboy Burt!

(Speakin' atcha!)

Come smell my fringe-y shirt!

(Reekin' atcha!)

My cowboy pants,

My cowboy dance,

My bold advance,

On this here waitress...

Yodel-oh-oo-pee-yeh.

Yodel-oh-oo-pee!

(HE'S LONESOME COWBOY BURT,

(A... don'tcha get his feelin's hurt)

Yeah... but come on in this place,

An' I'll buy you a taste,

'N you can sit on my face...

Where's my waitress?

OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!

Yes, Jimmy Carl Black, Indian of the Group,
what can I do for you?

Mo-honnitz! What are you doin' here?

You just called me, didn't you?

All I said was "Opal,
you hot little bitch".

I am known by many names.

Mm-hmm. You got many friends who call you
"Opal the hot little bitch"?

Please-please-please-please Mr. Black, let us cut
the small talk, and get on with your briefing.

Fine, you can brief me all you want
as long as you can tell me two things...

I know, when do we get paid...

No, I wanna know where's that waitress,

Yes, waitress..

And if she comes in this place, will she sit on my face,
and loan me a couple bucks until the end of the week.

...couple of bucks... end of the week...
week... week ending, the week ending,

what-what that, what's the date?

Uhhh, Tuesday was the 5th, uh Monday was
the 3rd, uh make that out for Sunday-

Eh-eh-eh, don't say Sunday!

What's wrong with Sunday?

Eh!

The Lord's day! Br-r-r! A day of rest! Br-r-r! Just
make that sucker out for the 23rd of March, wouldya?

Very well, Mr. Black. Oh, by the way. I have
here the special beer I promised you earlier.

Oh man, it's about time, I've been waiting.

Would you care to sign for it?

This is a pencil?

No, Mr. Black, it is a pin.

A PIN?

Would you jab yourself
in the finger with it?

Listen, Mo-hannitz, I may be professional, but
I'm not THAT professional. I just want my beer.

Sign first! In blood.

Fuck you! Who do you think you are,
the devil or something?

I am known by many names.

You probably got some more weird names for yourself,
but I'll tell you one thing you ain't nev-,

definitely ain't never

gonna be called and that's the devil,
because you ain't the devil.

Oh, I'm not?

You bet your sweet ass you're not.
The fuckin' devil's got an english accent.

I seen him three weeks ago on TV. So
you know, you can just take this big needle

here and hang it in your ass as far as I'm concerned!
(cough) Fuckin' guy musta been a communist!

Hello there. When you go on tour with a musical
group, it's possible that any town can seem like this.

Whether it's large or small, or busy, or if
there's nothing happening in it.

The reason for this is quite simple. A
musician, if you consider the normal pattern

of modern civilized life, is on the outside
of it all. He doesn't build things, he doesn't

work regular hours like a decent god-fearing
citizen, and the life he leads, in many ways,

seems useless and irrelevant to those of us
who'd prefer a quiet evening in front

of the television and a bottle of beer.
Amazing as it might seem to some of us,

musicians have basic physical needs, just like
real people. Many of them study for years,

learning to play the violin for instance,
only to be rewarded

with a humdrum job in the fourth row of
a symphonic string section.

That's why the governments
have constructed, at great expense,

this experimental reorientation facility. To
find a way, perhaps, to retrain these useless.

To find a way, perhaps,
to retrain these useless

old musicians with their brown
fiddles and little horns.

Give them a trade! A reason to exist in the modern
world! A chance of a happier, more productive life.

Some will enter the military, some will learn
shorthand, and some will disappear in the middle

of the night on a special train they're
sending in.

It's the only way, really, to bring about
the final solution to the orchestra question.

I'm sure that many of us realize that a pop group
can earn a vast amount of money compared to these

other kinds of musicians. That's why the
special government agencies for mass response

programming and psychological stultification
prefer to treat them in a more subtle manner.

They know, just as many of you vigilant and thoroughly
upstanding citizens have discovered for yourselves,

the power of pop music to corrupt and putrify
the minds of world youth are virtually limitless.

Ooh, the way you love me, lady,

I get so hard now I could die.

Ooh, the way you love me, sugar,

I get so hard now I could die.

Open up your pocketbook,

Get another quarter out,

Drop it in the meter, mama.

Try me on for size.

Open up your pocketbook,

Get another quarter out,

Drop it in the meter, mama.

Try me on for size.

Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby,

Red balloons just pop behind my eyes.

Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl,

Red balloons just pop behind my eyes.

Open up your pocketbook,

Get another quarter out,

Drop it in the meter, mama.

Try me on for size.

Open up your pocketbook,

Get another quarter out,

Drop it in the meter, mama.

Try me on for size.

Do you really wanna please me?

Well, you know I do, babe.

Well, tell me why you do it.

I really wanna know.

Oh, no, no, it wouldn't be right.

For me to tell you tonight.

You better tell me right away.

Or I'll pack up and go!

Don't get mad.

It ain't no big thing.

You better tell me right away,

Don't you treat me cold.

HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT!

Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd... I'd
drag a girl such as yourself back to this...

plastic hotel room and... rip you off
for spare change to run a

...to run a vibrating machine attached to
this queen-size, bulk-purchase,

kapok-infested,
do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed

and... and make you take off all your
little clothes... until you were nearly.

STARK RAVING NUDE! (Save for your
chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thongheh... )

( Peace Medallion, heh... ) And make you assume
a series of marginally erotic poses involving

...a plastic chair and... an old guitar strap
while I... did a wee-wee in your hair and

...beat you with a pair of tennis
shoes... I got from Jeff Beck

(mumbles... ) I gotta write this down.

...I got everything I need

...for my new symphony

...(mumbles... ) "See, this is what happens
when you join up a rock group, George",

get off that jazz syndrome... there's no lust in
jazz"Fantastic. Yes, I've got then now. Ah, give it soul,

brother, get it on. Ah, those boys,
those boys. They're driving me crazy.

Hey, look what's comin' through the door!

MUHAMMITZ...

Ah, it's really great now... more paper,
more paper... page two..

(mumbles... ) Ah, another page! Don't leave

me, oh,
I can't live without your super substances,

oh let me write that down,
super substances!

Yes! Oh, show me a little ass! Oh,
scuze me.

...Oh,
I want you now! C'mere you little darling!

Blorp.

The lad searches the night for his newts.

Blorp.

The girl wants to fix him some broth.

Tinsel cock!

Doo-wee-do.

Tinsel cock, my baby.

Would you like some broth?

Some nice soup.

YUM! Some hot broth?
Small dogs in it, Doggies!

Yooooouuuu... Do you?
You like broth? Doo-wadnum!

Dog broth? Hot broth?
Hot dog broth? You like dog broth hot?

Hot dog debris DEBRIS!
Dog debris!

How do you like it?
Dog breath?

Doo doo
Debris of the four styles offered.

DOG BROTH?
DOG BREATH BROTH?

Debris, broth, breath,

And the ever popular hygienic

European version.

Tinsel cock!

Tinsel cock!

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh.

Which do you choose?

The girl...

In a statement to the press...

Duh-D-Duhhh!

Explains...

Broth reminds me of nuns (Nuns)

I see them smashing (Kids)

With rulers.

Disciplining munchkin cretins
(Munchkin cretins)

Tortured munchkins
(Munchkin cretins)

Tortured munchkins

Irish Catholic victims.

Little green scratchy sweaters
(Sweaters)

Little green scratchy ones
(Courduroy pants)

Brown courduroy ponce (Doo-ahh)

Courduroy ponce.

And green scratchy munchkin

Irish Catholic victims
(Munch-kins Munch-a-kins)

Munchkins get me hot.

Munchkins get me, get me hot.

Hot!

Gets her real hot.

Why don't you strap on this here bunch.

Of cardboard boxes, daddy-♪?

Joy of my desiring.

You'll certainly look suave and get me hot.

Hot, hot, get me hot and.

Horny.

(Ow!)

If there's one thing I really get off on

(YOINNNNG!)

It's a nun suit painted on some old boxes.

Some old melodies

4/4

An aura.

An areola.

Pink gums.

Stumpy gray teeth.

Dental floss.

Gets me hot.

Wanna watch a dental hygiene movie?

Han-Min-Noon-Toon Han-Toon-Ran.

No, Jeff!

Rantoon, Rantoon, Rantoon, Frammin,
Hantoon, Rantoon, Hantoon, Frammin.

No no no!

Man! This stuff is great! It's just as if Donovan himself
had appeared on my very own TV with words of peace, love,

and eternal cosmic wisdom...! Leading me. Guiding me. On
paths of everlasting pseudo-karmic negligence, in the very

midst of my drug-induced
nocturnal emission.

For I am your good conscience, Jeff. I know all. I see all. I am
a cosmic love pulse matrix, becoming a technicolor interpositive!

Huh? Where'd you buy
that incense? It's hip.

It's the same and mysterious exotic oriental
fragrance as what the Beatles get off on.

I thought I recognized it... Sniff, sniff... Mmm,
what is that, MUSK? Sniff, sniff, sniff... mmmh!

Jeff, I know what's good for you.

Right. You're heavy.

Yes, Jeff, I am your guiding light. Listen
to me. Don't rip off the towels, Jeff!

Piss off, you little nitwit!

Hey man, what's the deal?

Don't listen to him, Jeff,
he's no good. He'll make you do BAD THINGS!

You mean, he'll make me sin?

Yes, Jeff. SIN!

Wow!

Jeff, I'd like to have a word
with you... about your soul.

No, don't listen, Jeff.

Why are you wasting your life, night after
night playing this comedy music?

You're right,
I'm too heavy to be in this group.

Comedy music...

Jeff, YOUR SOUL!

Oh, ah Oh, you're wasting your life
To be...

Ah Oh, ah Ah, ah Too heavy, Jeff.

In this group, all I ever get to do is
play Zappa's comedy music. HE EATS!

Jeff!

I get so tense!

Of course you do, my boy.

The stuff he makes me
do is always off the wall!

That's why it would be best
to leave his stern employ.

And quit the group!

You'll make it big!

That's right.

Of course!

And then I won't be SMALL!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ti-diddly-diddly-dee.

Ha, ha, ha...

He-he-he-he-heh!

Cough, cough. Ahmet Ertegun used this towel as a bathmat six
weeks ago at a rancid motel in Orlando, Florida, with the

highest MILDEW rating of any commercial lodging facility
within the territorial limits of the United States, naturally

excluding tropical possessions... It's still damp. What
an aroma! This is the best I ever got off! What can I say

about this elixir?

This is the real you, Jeff. Rip off a few more ashtrays. Get
rid of some of that inner tension. Quit the comedy group!

Get your own group together. Heavy!
Like GRAND FUNK! Or BLACK SABBATH...

No, Jeff...

Or COVEN!

Peace... Love...

Bollocks!

What can I say about this elixir?

What?

WOWWWWWW!

What can I?

WOWWWWWW!

What?

What can I say about this?

WOWWWWWW!

Dwee-doo dee-ooo-poo.

Pa-dan!

Does this kind of life look interesting to you? Night after
night, dinners with Herb Cohen. Thrill-packed, fun-filled

evenings on the French Riviera at the MIDEM convention. A
fake tie, the whole bit. Watch Mutt eat, and Leon feed the

geese. One thousand green business cards, with your
name and the wrong address. Plus six royalty statements,

inspected and customized by Rantoon
Tan, Hantoon Frammin, and DEE...

Followed by twelve potential suicides as
the members of your group, past and present,

find out they can't collect unemployment.
A dog, a car, an epidemic of body lice,

with your own record company, your name on
the door, electric buzzer to the inner office,

and Ona's tits, and a three month supply of
German bookings with tickets on Air Rangoon.

Does this kind of life look interesting to you? As a
fake rock and roll guitar player in a comedy group?

Hunna hunna hunna

200 Motels

200 Motels.

Ran toon han toon.

Han-toon-hannnnnn!

200 Motels.

I'm stealing the room!

I'm stealing the room!

I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die, I can tell because
my pulse is so weak. The pills... I took so many downers

that I know this is the end for me.

You poor thing. You want us to fix your hair
for you so you look good when they find you?

Oh... would you?

Sure, whaddyawant? A
ponytail? A flat-top with fenders?

I'm gonna die, Janet, I'm gonna O.D.! So,
make me look good.

Listen, the best I can do for you is fix your hair, so why
don't you get up and wash that melted eye makeup off your face.

Is it smeared? I've been crying so much... it's so damn sad
when you know you'll never see all your friends anymore.

Every week it's the same old thing. You're gonna die.
You're gonna die. Somebody went out on you. Somebody

doesn't love you anymore. How long you been a groupie?
You should get used to romances which are so obviously

cheap. Listen, just in case you crash out, and the imaginary
rock and roll newspaper from San Francisco wants to get

any pictures of you, you'll look like you
washed your face. Really.

It's better this way with a clean face.
People think groupies are such dirty girls.

Heh... I wouldn't mind sort of fucking all
three of them!

Look, over there!

What?

He's doing it, he's watching us from
the fake bandstand with the binoculars!

Who, the English dude?

Oh, rivet-boy!

The rivet boy? Where?

Over there, wipe that stuff out of
your eyes. It looks like he's beating off.

Beating off? I knew he was a pervert.

Eww, how exciting. Hey, are you still
trying to O.D.?

Yes, this definitely is the end for me!
I feel so faint! So weak!

Good evening honey, that was the most
imaginary collapse I've seen since last week.

Janet, do you think she's going to die?

Are you kidding? Did you see her hit
the floor?

God, well it was so obviously
cheap. Lift up your head, honey.

I'm going to die. This time it's real.

Listen, Lucy, we gotta get ready for our big dance
number, we're going to the fake nightclub tonight.

Everything's getting dim.

Why don't you tell her a story while
you put your makeup on? Good evening.

Oh. Listen, toots. I'm going to
make up a nice little fairy tale for you.

The pills, the Mandrax,
I took so many of them.

I'll tell you part of the story, and then you make up
another part that goes along with it. Once upon a time

there was a tall, handsome, muscular...

Dwarf.

...with a very special...

Swedish apparatus!

...that him and his friends would use in c
onjunction with...

Bold new surgical experiments!

...involving...

A bludgeon, and a bottle of champagne...

...and a...

...microwave oven...

...from a...

...jumbo jet, one of the big
jobs leased from Air Rangoon!

...which, when used correctly...

...can effectively
increase the dimensions...

...and firepower of your...

...dick...

...to the point where...

...in some instances,
it should be classified as a lethal weapon!

Your dick!

Your dick?

Your dork!

Your dork?

Your prick!

Your prick?

Your pork!

Your pork?

Your pork?

Who calls it a pork? These men,
and the stuff they call a wee-wee!

A wee-wee?

You mean a penis, don't you?

A penis?

Penis is such an ugly word.

It's not that ugly, really.

Sure, I-I use it all the time.

Sure, sure, we all say it every once in
a while. Listen:

PENIS.

Ewww!

Penis! Penis!

Ew, it sounds so revolting the way you guys
say it. Ew, ka-ka.

Ka-ka!

The penis can be a very useful organ.

Yeah, and very exciting, too, once you get
to know me.

Oh, yeah, right, yeah, etc...

Penis!

It sounds so overwhelmingly medicinal.

A penis sounds like something a
doctor would have hanging off of him.

None of the men I know and love in the rock and roll
business got penises. They all got cocks or dicks at least.

Sure, you want to go strap on a pop star, and he
wants to stick a penis up you, where is that at?

Let's ask our studio audience!

Will you trade what he has in his pants
for what I have behind this curtain?

What is it?

You mean what's in his pants?

I know what's in his pants,
he's a lonely guy.

You have to choose before the big wheel stops whirling.
You! Hey, buddy! Sky marshall! Go whirl the big wheel!

Can I just take the money?

There isn't any money, just the curtain
and...

...the lonely guy.

Time is running out,
think it over carefully.

The curtain!

I want the money.

Wait! What could it be in there?

In his pants?

In the curtain!

Doesn't anybody care what's in my pants?

Penis dimension.

Penis dimension.

Penis dimension is worrying me.

I can't hardly sleep at night.

'Cause of penis dimension.

Do you worry?

Do you worry a lot?

No!

Do you worry?

Do you worry and moan...

That the size of your cock
is not monstrous enough?

It's your penis dimension!

Penis dimension!

Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah.

Wah ooo-wah ooo-wah ooo-wah.

Hiya friends. Now just be honest about it. Did you ever
consider the possiblity that your penis, and in the case of

many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties
themselves might provide elements of sub-conscious

tension? Weird, twisted anxieties that
could force a human being to have to become

a politician!

A policeman!

A Jesuit monk.

A rock and roll guitar player! A wino! You name it. Or in the
case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford a silicone.

BEEF-UP, they become writers of hot books.

"Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning
phallus in her quivering quim."

Yes, or they become Carmelite nuns!

"Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated
member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha! Ooh...

Or race horse jockeys. There is no reason why you or your
loved ones should suffer. Things are bad enough, without

the size of your organ adding even more
misery to the TROUBLES OF THE WORLD!

Right on, right on!

Now, if you're a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can
console yourself with this age-old line from primary school:

ANYTHING OVER A MOUTHFUL IS WASTED! YES!

And isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy, and one night
you're at a party and you're trying to be cool, I mean, you

aren't even wearing any underwear, you're being so cool,
and somebody hits on you one night, and he looks you up

and down and he says, uh...

Eight inches or less?

Well let me tell you, brothers, that's the time when
you've got to turn around and look that sonofabitch right

between the eyes, and you got to tell him
these words:

I stuff three pair of socks and a bar of
beauty soap down in front of my pants!

She painted up her face.

She sat before the mirror.

She painted up her face.

She drew the mirror nearer.

Practisissing, Practiss, Practicing!

The STARE!

The STARE!

(The 'secret stare' she would use.

(If a worthy-looking victim should appear)

Practisissing, Practiss, Practicing!

(Ah-hoo-ah-hoo-wah-hoo-wahhhh)

Practisissing, Practiss, Practicing!

The clock upon the wall.

Has struck the midnight hour!

She finishes her call;

Her girlfriend's in the shower.

Practisissing, Practiss, Practicing!

Half a dozen provocative squats!

Out of the shower, she squeezes her spots;

Brushes her teeth;

Shoots a deodorant spray up her twat...

(It's getting her, getting her.

(Hot... Oh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh)

She's just twenty-four.

And she can't get off,

A sad but typical case, yeah.

Last dude to do her.

Got in and got soft;

She blew it,

And laughed in his face, yeah!

Face, yeah!

Yeah.

She chooses all the clothes.

She'll wear tonight to dance in!

The places that she goes.

Are filled with guys from groups,

(Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Waiting for a chance to break her pants in.

PROVOCATIVE SQUATS!

(gum-me-on-m'lung-a)

PROVOCATIVE SQUATS!

(gum-me-on-m'lung-a)

PROVOCATIVE SQUATS!

(gum-me-on-m'lung-a)

PROVOCATIVE SQUATS!

(gum-me-on-m'lung-a)

Well,
at least there's sort of a choice there;

Twenty or thirty at
times there have been...

Somewhat desirable boys there...

Dressed really spiffy, with long hair...

Waiting for girls they
can shove it right in.

Well,
at least there's sort of a choice there;

Twenty or thirty at
times there have been...

Somewhat desirable boys there...

Dressed really spiffy, with long hair...

Waiting for girls they
can shove it right in.

Hello there. All the guys in the band are pretending
to get ready so they can go out and find some pussy.

Oh,
I wonder where the action is in this town?

Every musician likes to find some pussy.

Boy, I coulda really scored last night. But every night its
the same thing; Aynsley gets there first. He's so FAST...

it must be from playing the drums or something. I mean...
if those girls over there only knew my secret identity, but

...but how COULD they? How-how could they
know that I am Bwana Dik?

Where's my hair dryer? Got to look lovely
for the girls. After all, I am Bwana Dik.

Each guy has his own speciality
for getting the girl of his dreams.

I sprayed my pits... I put on a new tie-dye
t-shirt... I brushed my teeth...

I cleaned my glasses...

I buffed my nails.

I bought a copy of Down Beat so I could carry it
around and look like I knew what was happening.

I left my shirt unbuttoned at the top...

I just KNOW I'm gonna get laid tonight. I'm not taking any
chances. I got this little jar of tinsel glitter here... the

same brand Danny Hutton puts on his face that makes him
look all... glistening and seductive. Just put a little on

here... the cheeks... the chin... mmm, the quivering
lips... I'm so commercial I could die! Somebody...

TURN ON A BLUE SPOTLIGHT!!!

What will this morning

bring me this evening?

Some local hot action.

(I'm a young lonely guy)

Before we are leaving
(maybe we can get some head)

Go to the club or the bar or
wherever the pussy is found.

In the town your band is booked to play in.

It's always a little bit harder to score.

If it's just your first time in
a town you never hit before.

If you stayed in it once and got laid.

You've got it made, ahhh, got it made.

If it's just your first time.

Then you know it's no fun to go.

Back to a plastic hotel all alone.

Go to the club or the bar.

Go to the club or the bar.

Go to the club or the bar.

Or wherever the pussy is found.

(Boy, do I need it!)

(Open up!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

She's such a dignified lady.

She's so pretty and soft.

You can't call her a groupie.

It just pisses her off.

(Yeah)

She got diamonds and jewelry.

She got lotsa new clothes.

She ain't hurtin' for money.

So that everyone knows.

That she knows what she wants.

Knows what she likes.

Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy.

Look out... she's got her eyes on you.

She left her place after midnight.

(La la la la la)

And she drove to the club.

(La la la la-ee-ah!)

You know that her and her partner.

(La la la la la)

Came here lookin' for love.

(La la la la-ee-ah!)

They want a guy from a group.

(La la la la la)

Got a thing in a charts.

(La la la la-ee-ah!)

IF HIS DICK IS A MONSTER

IF HIS DICK IS A MONSTER

IF HIS DICK IS A MONSTER

They will give him their hearts.

'Cause they know what they want
(Do it, d'ya wanna-wanna?)

And they know what they like.

Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy.

Look out... they got their eyes on you.

FAM-BAM-YAK-A-TA-TAHHH!

They know what they want.

Know what they like.

Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!

Daddy, daddy, daddy.

Awright, you got 'em screamin' all night.

(La la la la la)

Screamin' all night.

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

It's a Bentley!

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

It's a Chevy!

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

Or a Lincoln!

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

['Cause they're dancin'!]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?

(Do it, do it,
d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)

[...]

(Ooh!)

Ooo-ooo...

Oh wow, what a night. What's the matter,
didn't you get any action tonight?

Didn't you used to be with the Mothers?

Yeah.

Is this what you do now?

I've got my own group, too. I don't mind being in this
movie. I get a chance to transform a few times, drink these

vile, foamy liquids.

Bleagh.

What kind of a life is that?

It's not that bad! Really! I LIKE to
be a monster every once in awhile!

No one will ever take
you seriously after this.

Why, because I transform? I LIKE to be a monster!
There's a little monster in every one of us.

You'll probably stay here for the rest of your life with
your fake potions and your twisted monster face. You coulda.

BEEN something in rock and roll.

I TRIED to get a hit
single. It drove me to drink.

Ugh.

Hoo-hoo-ha-ha...

Go on, laugh about it. You could have been a star. You
could have spread your aura across vast continental

areas, your name on millions of small, hot lips, whispering
under secure, pink blankets in the lonely midnight dark. But

whaddya do? Ya join the Mothers, and ya end up working
for Zappa, and he makes you be a creep! You coulda played

the blues with John Mayall, or far-out
exciting jazz with Blood Sweat and Tears.

You really think so?

Look. No one will ever take you seriously after this. How
can they take you seriously? In this business you've either

got to play the blues
or sing with a high voice.

You're right. I never should have joined the Mothers. Why, I
could be a star now! Oh, when I think of all those millions of...

Hey.

Hot pink juicy little...

Hey. Listen, do you know where I can uh,
get any dope in this imaginary town?

Man, there's no dope in this
town. Just these vile, foamy liquids.

Well, they're fake aren't they?

No, they're real! I mix them myself at home, and then I
bring them in the morning... secret spiritual formulas...

Ew, what's a secret spiritual formula?

The stuff that goes in the elixir, the potion,
whatever I mix is irrelevant to the result.

You mean they're fake potions, right?

Look, it doesn't matter what's in the mix. It's the liquid!
The concept... of the liquid... is enough to trigger a

special cosmic state. Its because I'm so
spiritually evolved...

Oh, listen, I just wanna get out of it, and go back to me
fake motel room and play the blues, you know. Fuck your

spiritual evolvement. Anyway, what happens if a new and
exciting blues talent such as meself drinks your stuff?

Here. Take this back to your fake room.
Drink it.

I'd feel a lot happier if there
was something I could smoke.

Well, here. Dip this in it. Now, let it dry out.
That ought to get you a little HIGH. Or something.

Ew, I can't take you seriously.

Look, you might as well take this too.

I know its only fake potion. Well listen. We should get
together sometime. Have a jam. Yeah, play some blues.

Extensions! Why not some extended blues licks?
White people can play the blues, you know.

Hello. Frank. Yeah, I gave it to him.

Yeah, he went back to the special room.

No, no. He's gonna smoke it. Yeah, right.

Hey, listen. You got any idea when we're
gonna get paid for this?

What will I say.

The next day to whatever

I drag to my hotel tonight?

(If things go all right!)

What will I say.

The next day to whatever.

I drag to my hotel tonight?

(Will she be outasite?)

What will this evening.

Bring me this morning?

What will this evening.

Bring me this morning?

A succulent fat one.

A mod little flat one.

Maybe a hot one (to give me the clap!)

Maybe a freak who gets off with a strap.

What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?

(What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?)

If things go all right!

(If things go all right!)

What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?

(What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?)

Will she be outasite?

(Will she be outasite?)

What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?

(What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?)

If things go all right!

(If things go all right!)

What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?

(What will I say the next day to
whatever I drag to my hotel tonight?)

Will she be outasite?

(Will she be outasite?)

Well listen. We should get together sometime. Have a
jam. Yeah, play some blues. Extensions! Why not some

extended blues licks? White people can play the blues, you know. Extensions! Why n... Extensions! Why n...
Extensions! Why n... Extensions! Why not some extended blues licks? Why not some extended blues licks?

Yeah, I gave it to him. Yeah, he went back to
the special room. No, no. He's gonna smoke it.

Jeff has gone out there on that stuff!

He should have never have used the elixir and
only stuck to the incense. Oh, Atlantis...

That was BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, dressed up like Donovan,
fading out on the wall-mounted TV screen. Jeff IS flipping

out. Road fatigue! We've got to get him back to normal
before Zappa finds out, and steals it, and makes him do it in

the movie!

You have a brilliant career ahead of you,
my boy, Just GET OUT OF THIS GROUP!

Howard, that was Studebacher Hoch, dressed up like Jim
Pons, giving career guidance to the bass player of a

rock-orientated comedy group. Jeff's imagination has
gone beyond the fringe of audience comprehension.

Jeff, Jeff, it's me, the Phlorescent Leech!

Jeff, Jeff, it's me, Eddie!
I'm stealing the towels! Ha ha... ha ha...

Stealing the room.

Stealing the... Stealing the room
(Stealing the room)

I'm I'm (Stealing)

Stealing Stealing.

I'm I'm Stealing.

This, as you might have gathered, is the end of the movie.
The entire cast is assembled here at the Centerville.

Recreational Facility to bid farewell to you, and to
express thanks for your attendance at this theater.

This might seem old fashioned to some of
you, but I'd like to join in on this song.

It's the kind of a
sentimental song that you get

at the end of a movie, it's the kind of
a song that people might sing

to let you in the audience know that we
really like you and care about you, yeah...

Understand how hard it is to laugh these days,
with all the terrible problems in the world!

Lord, have mercy on the people in England.

For the terrible food
these people must eat.

(Baaahhh... excuse me a minute)

And may the Lord have
mercy on the fate of this movie.

And God bless the mind
of the man in the street.

Help all the rednecks
and the flatfoot policemen.

On the terrible functions
they all must perform.

God help the winos,
the junkies, and the weirdos.

And every poor soul
who's adrift in the storm.

Help everybody,
so they all get some action.

Some love on the weekend,
some real satisfaction.

A room and a meal.

And a garbage disposal.

A lawn and a hose'll.

Be strictly genteel.

Lord,
have mercy on the hippies and faggots.

And the dykes and the
weird little children they grow.

Help the black man.

Help the poor man.

Help the milk man.

Help the door man.

Help the lonely,
neglected old farts that I know.

Well, it certainly has been swell...

If your name wasn't on the list of blessings we've been
passing out tonight, we don't want you to be pissed off.

No...

We don't want you to leave that theater.

Forgive him, for he knows not what he does. But
before we go on, I'd like to introduce to you...

On the other hand, maybe he does know...

...my good friend and musical associate, Mr. Howard
Kaylan who's about to give us a closing final benediction.

They're gonna clear out the studio.

They're gonna tear down all the...

They're gonna whip down all the...

They're gonna sweep out all the...

They're gonna pay off all the...
(Oh, yeah!)

And then...

And then...

And then...

And then...

Hey hey hey,
everybody in the orchestra and the chorus.

Talkin' 'bout every one of
our lovely and talented dancers.

Talkin' 'bout the light bulb men.

Camera men.

The make-up men.

(The fake-up men)

Yeah, the rake-up men.

(Especially Herbie Cohen, yeah...)

They're all gonna rise up.

They're gonna jump up.

I said jump up.

Talkin' 'bout jump
right up and off the floor.

Jump right up and hit the door.

They're all gonna rise up and jump off!

They're gonna ride on home.

They're gonna ride on home.

They're gonna ride on home.

They're gonna ride on home.

And once again.

Take themselves.

Seriously, yeeeah!

Two, three, four, seriously.

They're all gonna go home (ye-hey!)

Through the driving sleet and rain.

They're all gonna go home.

Through the fog, through the dust.

Through the tropical
fever and the blistering frost.

They're all gonna go home.

And get out of it as they can be, baby.

And the same goes for me.

(The same goes for me)

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

And each and every member of this rock
orientated comedy group in his own special way.

Is gonna get out of it as he can be.

We all gonna get wasted.

We all gonna get twisted.

We all gonna get wasted.

We all gonna get twisted.

And I am definitely gonna get...

REAMED

'Cause I'm such a lonely

I'm such a lonely.

A lonely, lonely,
talkin' 'bout a lonely guy!

Oh, and I know tonight, I am definitely...

I am positively...

I just have to get...

BENT, REAMED AND WASTED

A disaster area the size of Atlantic City,
New Jersey!

He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't
do it if it weren't for him. You noticed, all through this

material, I've been glancing over toward my left? Well, I'll
tell you the reason for that, ladies and gentlemen. HE is

over there. HE is over on the left. HE is the guy
that is making me do all this shit. Right over there.

Now all through this movie, every time we've been on
stage, I've had to look over in that direction, right?

You saw it... you know. Well that's 'cause HE's
over there. I've got to watch him for signs.

He jumps up and down like a jackass.
I can't even believe the guy sometimes.

But we gotta watch him. "After all,"
we said, "it's Frank's movie."

Now, we're THE MOTHERS, but it's still Frank's
movie. Let's say it, he got to paid for it,

he rented the studio, had all these cheesy sets
built... It's so moche! I can't even stand it...

He's telling everybody, right now,
right over there, to...

Dick Barber / David Alexander
Dear Tommy,

200 MOTELS

I would be grateful if you would ensure that all meals,
bar bills and orders for coffee, etc., are, from this date

forwards, to be paid for by the person ordering them.
The only exceptions to this rule are the personnel listed

on the other memo I have sent you. Regards.
David Alexander, Production Manager