"I know!" said the Ghost. He turned out the light then hovered over the box, making 'Woo-o-o' noises.
"I didn't know there was going to be a cabaret," remarked Edgar drily.
"No, don't you get it? I'm representing Flamingo's shattered dreams and dead hopes and -- and -- "
Thoroughly abashed by Edgar's baleful glare, the Ghost subsided.