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This is a sketch from Kids in the Hall, episode 10 of season 1.

Mark: Hey, see that moon? No, that one there.

Dave and Bruce: Ahh.

Mark: I think that moon is a bit of a spy. Yes I do.

Mark: There was a moon like that on the summer of my sixteenth year. Some say
I was sixteen but, heh, I don’t know. And there was a girl, too; her name was Marie. At night
together, we would walk down by the sea, and, oh my God, if you could’ve seen the body on this woman! The
way at night her long legs would stick into the moist night sand like God’s own barge poles! You
know? And I longed to tell her the feeling I had in my, heart for her, but the words would not
come; they would not come through my spotty adolescent face; they would not come through my
angry hair or my sweaty feet or any other part on this body that I now call a man! So the words
je t’aime were never passed between us. But, that moon, yeah that one there, it spied
on us then, as I think maybe it spies on us tonight, no?

Bruce: The moon is bright, over Lebanon tonight! The Lebanese moon looks down.
Shim! Sham! Shikam! Cattle explodes! Cow shrapnel drips off a tree, cascades into mother’s tear, for
little boy. Who goes on into battle and comes back dead or worse, comes back a man. Why don’t you
warn them moon? Why don’t you say “duck” or “scram?” But the moon will not. The moon just sits there
grinning, like a corpse at a Dean Martin roast. What are you laughing at moon? Why don’t you share
it with the whole class moon?

The moon laughs knowingly.

The moon laughs.

The moon.

The.

Dave: Gee, I wonder who owns that moon?

Mark and Bruce: Yes…yes…yes…yes!

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