Barrymore Page #7

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You just watch me.

I have a wonderful power!

All you host of heaven!

O earth! What else?

And shall I couple hell?

Hold, my heart;

And you, my sinews.

Grow not instant old,

But bear me stiffly up.

Remember thee!

Ay, thou poor ghost, while

memory holds...

While memory holds...

No, no, no, no, no.

It's no good, no good.

I can't do it, Mum Mum.

I can't do it anymore.

What's the line? What's

the line? What's the line?

What's the line,

what's the play?

Don't go Frank.

You haven't left have you?

Huh? Frank?

You still there?

Still here.

Did you know my father

wrote his own epitaph?

No.

He walked beneath the stars

And slept beneath the sun;

He lived a life of going to-do

And died with nothing done.

We had to commit

him to Bellevue.

He was only fifty-one.

A lethal combination of

absinthe and syphilis.

At his burial, the straps

around his coffin got twisted,

so they had to hoist the

whole goddamned thing up again.

How like Papa... a curtain call.

Frank, I really think I'm going

to need something to drink.

I'm getting the shakes again.

Would you like

some black coffee?

No. Thank you.

May I ask you something?

Go right ahead, Frank.

Well, why don't

you try AA?

Hell,

why not? I'll drink anything.

Sir? Are you all right?

No, I am not all

right, thank you.

I'm way-laid by regrets.

I can't go back to

that room in the sky,

to childhood, to anything.

I've pissed it all away.

There's nowhere to go.

I can't stop running.

I fled Him, down the

nights and down the days;

I fled Him, down the

arches of the years;

I fled Him, down

the labyrinthine Ways

Of my own mind; and in the

mist of tears I hid from Him,

and under

running laughter,

From those strong Feet that

followed, followed after.

Well, Richard, Hamlet...

all my old pals,...

...I'm free of you now.

She called to me from

the foot of the staircase.

I saw you come into this

world, Greengoose,

and now you're

seeing me out.

That's a fair exchange.

Oh Mum Mum,

don't say that.

Oh, but it's true.

Actors are like

waves of the sea,

They rise to separate heights,

then break on the shore

and are gone, unremembered.

Nothing as dead

as a dead actor.

Nothing.

Not even a doornail.

Frank, you can douse

the lights now.

What'd you say?

You heard me.

You can't quit now.

Do as I say!

No! I won't let you!

Unarm!

No!

Unarm!

The long day's task is

done, And we must sleep.

No more a soldier.

- Bruised pieces,

go; you have nobly worn.

I pray you, leave me

a little;

Nay, do so; for indeed,

I have lost command.

And if you want to

avoid domestic strife,

don't marry in January.

And that goes for the

other months, too.

But, sir...

You haven't

come to the end.

Oh, yes, I have.

I won't fool

myself any longer.

Vat vas, vas.

And you don't

fool me, either.

What?

I know who you are.

He sent you, didn't he?

The man in the

bright nightgown.

Well, I'm damned if

I'll go quietly.

I have a wonderful power!

I was ever a

fighter, so...

one fight more, The

best and the last!

I would hate that death

bandaged my eyes,

and forbore, And bade

me creep past.

Mr. Barrymore, don't

you want your apples?

No, no, you keep them.

No more red apples for me.

Jesus, if only Eve had

offered Adam a daiquiri,

we'd still be in Paradise.

I got

a girl in Kalamazoo...

Don't wanna boast, but I

know she's the toast of...

Would they were wasted,

marrow, bones and all,

That from their loins no

hopeful branch may spring,

To cross me from the

golden time I look for!

Why, love forswore me

in my mother's womb:

She did corrupt frail

nature with some bribe,

To shrink mine arm up

like a wither'd shrub;

To make an envious

mountain on my back,

To disproportion

me in every part,

Like to a chaos,

Then, since this earth

affords no joy to me,

I'll make my heaven to

dream upon the crown.

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