Vila: All we have to do is knock out a few planets for target practice, then name our own terms. We can have whatever we want! Think of it.
Avon: Yes...
Vila: I'll have an imperial palace with solid diamond floors, and a bodyguard of a thousand handpicked virgins in red fur uniforms. Vila's Royal Mounties.
Avon: You're dreaming again.
Vila: A man has a right to dream. Anyway, what's to stop us? I suppose it will get boring after the first fifty years, eh?
— Blake's 7, "Orbit"
Music
In my dreams, I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all
I'd fool around and have a ball
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all
I'd fool around and have a ball
— "Money, Money, Money", ABBA
Theatre
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up, And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up, And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
— "If I Were A Rich Man", Fiddler on the Roof
