Martin LSoH

(slipping her a five) Thanks, sweetheart. Wait for me. (enters the shop) Krelborn? Seymour Krelborn?

That’s him, Mr. Martin. He’s right in there

Patrick Martin, Licensing and Marketing Division, World Botanical Enterprises. I’ve got a gilt-edged proposition for you, boy.

Leave me alone (Seymour)

Let me explain in more detail. (He pulls a contract out of his jacket, moves to Seymour, and crouches next to him.) it’s a very simple licensing deal. We take leaf cuttings, develop little Audrey twos, and sell them to florists across the nation. Pretty soon, every household in America will have one. (Beat. Martin crosses up toward door.) I’ve got a truck waiting outside and some pots. If you don’t mind, we’ll start taking cuttings right now. Imagine boy, Audrey twos everywhere. (He steps out of the shop, speaks to crystal) why, with the right advertising, this could be bigger than hula hoops. (Martin and Crystal exit, L.)

Im not interested (Seymour)

Mr. Krelborn? Mr. Krelborn? (Martin holds at the work table, where he deposits his carton.) okay girls. (He distributes a pot to each of them) all you have to do is snip some of the smaller leaves and replant them in these pots. The trucks waiting outside. (He steps out of the shop shop and calls out toward the audience with great importance:) open the van boys!! We’re ready to start loading!

Entrance after Seymour is eaten