Morrison is not dead.
He lives in a one room bungalow
Jim is, Van is not.
Jim Morrison: (feebly) I’m not dead!
Cart-master: (suprised) What?
Man: Nothing! Here’s your ninepence....
Jim Morrison: I’m not dead!
Cart-master: ‘Ere! ‘E says ‘e’s not dead!
Man: Yes he is.
Jim Morrison: I’m not!
Cart-master: ‘E isn’t?
Man: Well... he will be soon— he’s very ill...
Jim Morrison: I’m getting better!
Man: No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Cart-master: I can’t take ‘im like that! It’s against regulations!
Jim Morrison: I don’t want to go on the cart....
Man: Oh, don’t be such a baby.
Cart-master: I can’t take ‘im....
Jim Morrison: I feel fine!
Man: Well, do us a favor...
Cart-master: I can’t!
Man: Can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won’t be long...
Cart-master: No, gotta get to Robinson’s, they lost nine today.
Man: Well, when’s your next round?
Cart-master: Thursday.
Jim Morrison: I think I’ll go for a walk....
Man: You’re not fooling anyone, you know—
(to Cart-master) Look, isn’t there something you can do...?
Jim Morrison: I feel happy! I feel happy!