You know something? There's been a lot of rumors lately about a certain band called Queen. The rumors are that... The rumors are that we're gonna split up. What do you think? [audience replies "No!"] [Pointing to his posterior] They're talking from here! [audience replies "Yes"!] My apologies, but I say what I want. You know what I mean? So forget those rumors. We're gonna stay together until we fucking well die, I'm sure of it. I keep - I must tell you - I keep wanting to leave, but they won't let me. Also, I suppose we're not... We're not bad for four aging queens, are we? Really, what do you think? (Freddie Mercury)

You know something? There's been a lot of rumors lately about a certain band called Queen. The rumors are that... The rumors are that we're gonna split up. What do you think? [audience replies "No!"] [Pointing to his posterior] They're talking from here! [audience replies "Yes"!] My apologies, but I say what I want. You know what I mean? So forget those rumors. We're gonna stay together until we fucking well die, I'm sure of it. I keep - I must tell you - I keep wanting to leave, but they won't let me. Also, I suppose we're not... We're not bad for four aging queens, are we? Really, what do you think?

Freddie Mercury

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