Hedwig and the Angry Inch

for you to wear that?"
"My Aunt Trudy,"
I replied.

Just walked away.
Just walked away ladies and--

- Hedwig, can we eat dessert?
- What is it? Yes, you can.

I am thrilled,
you can join me for
the fabulous first night

of the St. Louis leg
of my world tour.

And when it comes
to huge openings,

a lot of people
think of me.

Many more of you,

have only recently
become aware of me.

It took a character
assassination piece like this

to make you finally
pay attention.

But now you're
interested, huh?

Intrigued, even?
How did some...
slip of a girly-boy
from Communist East Berlin

become the internationally
ignored song stylist

barely standing
before you?

That's what I want to talk about
tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

I don't wanna talk
about sudden,

commercial success.

I don't wanna talk
about betrayal,

I don't wanna talk
about my lawsuit

against a certain
rock and roll "icon,"

Tommy Gnosis,
who, by some freak
coincidence, is performing

right next door
at Busch Stadium.

And to whom I taught
everything he knows,

and has apparently

about rock & roll!
Yes, this is
Phyllis Stein,

manager of Hedwig
and the Angry Inch.

I've been ho--
"Inch"! Not "Itch."

Let me speak
to Brad, please.

You know I've been holding
for 24 minutes?

Yes, hi, Brad,
this is Phyllis.

So what's going on
with Bilgewater's?

You make
the baby cry.

I heard the entire
chain's going under.

Hold on,
hold on a second.

- Hedwig!
- We can have a gig

in any Bilgewater's nationwide
with a 24-hour notice?

And they know what kind
of music we play?

Brad, I love you.