Who are you?
My card, pretty lady
Devil May-Care Music Production, Beelzebub Scratch, President
I like your style, too bad you're not a singer
Oh, but I am, I am a singer!
Hmm, no fooling?
No, no! Listen, ahhhh
Fantastic, different
I want to be a star, oh please!
You've talked me into it. Contract!
Just our standard contract, nothing fancy
Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights
Take your time, read it all
Oh, I give up. Can I trust you?
Ok, I'll sign
Right! Pen!
Where's the ink?
We always use blood, it's more permanent
Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for Dad?
Oh, sure, I'll be back next year. Come on, Wease
Next year?! Oh wait, wait, stop. I'll sign
What about a band? I know a drummer
She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview
(The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly)
How do you feel about your sudden success?
Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know?
It's like, fabulous. Lonely, too, sometimes
Oh, that's nice
This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock!
You're at the top now, sweetie
Yeah, but where do I go from here?
Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain
No, I didn't mean that, wait!
I've been waiting, now it's my turn
No!
According to our contract, at precisely midnight
At the moment of her greatest triumph
The party of the first part, that's you
Agrees to render up her soul now and forever more
To the party of the second part, that's me
Shall we go?