Rita: Springtime in New England—I love it. Lolita: Yeah, there’s always something to complain about. Rita: The April showers have brought May flowers. Lolita: Enough rain already. I can’t stand looking like a rat when I enter a party. Rita: Yeah, but when you dry off you probably blossom like a flower. Lolita: Then I would have to be a Venus flytrap because I’m ready to bite someone’s head off. Rita: Since you’re in such a good mood, why don’t you go ask our favorite rockers what they know about flowers. Lolita: Well, I know that you grow them and that they are good for sticking into the barrel of a gun.