[Phantom Jitter] You used to be a rock star
When pretension sounded new
Now look what you’ve come to
You’re all washed up and… sung-through
[Narrator] The landlord is revealed to be none other than Sir Phanton Jitter—mysterious opera impresario, dressed in a cape and a mask
[Phantom Jitter] I want you
To sing for me
You have the voice of an angel
[Junita] (fatuously)
Who, me?
[Phantom Jitter] A whiny, self-absored angel…
[Junita] But I can’t pay my rent
[Phantom Jitter] I’ll forgo your rent
If you will sing
Something I wrote
Myself
[Junita] You wrote it yourself?
[Phantom Jitter] Do you know opera?
[Junita] No
[Phantom Jitter] Yes, I wrote it myself!