Storyteller: (singing) Ah, how I laugh to see myself in the mirror...how I laugh to see how beautiful I am...
Beige: (muttering) Laughing is right.
Scooter: Isn't that the song Bianca Castafiore keeps singing in the Adventures of Tintin?
Nora: It is. It's Marguerite's jewel aria from Gounod's "Faust."
Erin: Herge had an aunt who loved opera...but he himself didn't like it. So that's where Castafiore came from.
Storyteller: His loss...opera is a wonderful, majestic art form, and so romantic...
Beige: Opera. That's where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and he's able to belt out one last song before he bites it.
Scooter: And when the soprano runs on stage with her hair down, you know she's lost her marbles.
Nora: And it's practically mandatory for the soprano to lose her marbles at least once, though occasionally the tenor loses his marbles too.
Erin: And don't sit in the front row during a Wagner opera, 'cause the Valkyrie just might pop a rivet off her armor on that high C.