Beyond the Valley of the Dolls Page #5

can say will change my opinion.

They were in love for years.

He proposed to her once...

...but it was the wrong moment.

- As your legal adviser...

...let me handle this

in my own discreet way.

I've already seen a display of your

discretion. It's reminiscent of a meat ax.

- She doesn't know he's in Hollywood.

- Really?

- Baxter Wolfe.

- Hello, Ronnie.

Hello, Susan.

Baxter, I'd like you

to meet Petronella Danforth.

- And this is Porter Hall.

- Glad to meet you. Heard a lot about you.

- How have you been, Susan?

- Okay.

I hear you're doing quite well

in the advertising field.

- Yes, Baxter.

- We seem to be interrupting a reunion.

- May I escort you to the bar?

- I want a daiquiri.

Could you get away for a few minutes?

I'd like to talk to you.

- It's been three years.

- Doesn't matter.

I'm still in love with you, Susan.

I always have been.

I've changed. I'm no longer the guy

who swore he'd never marry.

I heard you were engaged.

Now that you mention it,

I suppose I am engaged.

Or should I say, I was engaged?

I only seriously proposed marriage

once in my life, Susan.

And the offer still stands.

Z-Man really has a spread.

I heard it cost half a million.

- Is that all?

- Well, it's a lot of bread to me.

- Hey, Rockey baby!

- Hey, man. What's happening?

Get over here

and have a drink on me!

Double Johnny Walker

on the rocks for my man.

- Red label or black?

- Black.

For my blue-eyed soul brother.

Lance, how you been doing, baby?

Hey, you still balling that rich chick

with the knockers?

Here's another one

in case you ever run out.

Goddamn it, Randy,

I haven't seen you in six months, man.

- How the hell you been?

- Making it, baby.

Wait a minute, since last I saw you,

you won the heavyweight championship.

- Congratulations!

- Thanks, baby.

- Digging it, champ?

- Miss Kelly Mac Namara.

Miss Petronella Danforth.

Meet Randy Black. We call him The Man.

Two-thirds of my latest creation, champ.

The Carrie Nations.

What are you doing here alone, baby?

Making a last stand?

Don't worry about me.

I got a real nice old man.

If you've got a nice old man,

where is he now?

He's studying for a bar exam,

if that makes any difference to you.

Well, that changes everything.

- He a brother?

- Right on.

Then it's my duty to get you

out on this dance floor...

...and keep you all nice...

...and easy for him.

- Where is Casey?

- I phoned her, but she crashed.

The champion of the world.

I haven't seen him for six months.

Come on, Ashley.

We're on the goddamn sand.

- So?

- Somebody could step on us.

- That would be a gas, Harris.

- Phone booth. On a billiard table.

Swinging from a chandelier.

Standing up in a canoe.

There's more to life

than the classic position.

Would you cool it, Ashley?

Hey, let's make it in a bed for a change.

- That'd be kind of freaky.

- Harris, I can't wait.

Harris, you're so square.

You kids are supposed to be swingers.

I think it'd be a gas

to make love on the beach.

What does sex amount to without guilt?

That's what Sigmund Freud says.

Take away the guilt,

and who'd ever want to get laid?

Why the hell don't you

lay Sigmund Freud?

Harris, you're drunk and you're stoned.

And the worst of it is...

...you're a lousy lay.

You'll never get into one of my films...

...unless maybe as a hairdresser.

- What do you mean?

- Kinder to tell you now, lover.

Maybe it's not too late for you

to find some nice, tender boy.

Kelly!

- Harris?

- Hey.

I said, hey!

The lady's made her choice, loser.

Baby, get up! Attaboy. Come on.

There you go.

Come on, get up. Attaboy, come on.

Let's go. I referee fights, man.

Get up. Come on.

Don't choke him, pick him up.

Come on, hold him.

Stick him, Lance. Hit him.

- Come on, man.

- The outcome is inevitable.

The golden gladiator

must emerge victorious.

- Lance, stop it. You've hurt him enough.

- He hit on me!

Big lover.

Big man.

Dandy, Lance.

How's she getting home?

It's her car.

We could have used you

at the Russian front.

What I see is beyond your dreaming.

Miss Mac Namara...

...remember.

Mr. Hall!

Take your $50,000, lover.

- What have you done to Kelly?

- She attacked me.

- I find that very difficult to believe.

- Must you continue defending her?

Susan, I think this concerns you.

I never wanna see you again.

- Well, as your legal adviser...

- You'd better leave, Hall.

- The way he humiliated Kelly...

- Hold on, honey.

You can't help her right now.

This is something she'll

have to work out for herself.

- But...

- No, baby, no. Not now.

Just leave it.

That's the trouble with people today.

All uptight about tomorrow.

Hanging onto yesterday.

It's no good. No good at all.

There's only one time that counts.

Now. Right now.

If you don't live for now, you might

as well roll over and take the full count.

So, what are you,

the heavyweight philosopher?

Just try me.

Really a fine performance, Lance.

Superb.

Nice little party

and you chop up the chick's boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Boyfriend?

Now listen, Barzell...

...I don't know where everybody's

getting this boyfriend crap.

But the chick's been sleeping with me.

You got it?

Knowing you, I'm sure she has.

Have you run an audit on her books yet?

Or are you still screwing on faith?

You know, I don't like the tone

of your voice.

- Don't like it?

- No, I don't like it.

It's a shame you narrowed your field.

You'd make a great switch hitter.

I'm all alone tonight. It appears that you

are too. So why don't the two of us...?

This really isn't your night,

is it, pussycat?

- Who is it?

- It's me, Harris. Can I come in?

Thanks, Casey.

What happened to you?

Okay, the silent bit.

Pour me one too, will you?

You want a downer?

- Casey?

- I'm here.

- Ashley called me a fag.

- Oh, that's a lot crap.

I don't know.

I don't know. I just don't know.

You need some rest.

- Juice. It's a bad trip.

- What are you, my mother?

I'm your friend!

I don't mean to dump on you, Casey.

You get mixed up with these people

and two weeks later, you're an alcoholic.

There are juice freaks

and there are pill freaks.

And everybody's a freak.

What you need is grass or a downer.

- All I wanna do is rap.

- Then rap. What is this f*ggot business?

She said I'm a lousy lay too.

Then I went into the house

and made a bigger ass of myself.

Medicine.

- Can I sleep with you tonight?

- Sure. I've got all the room in the world.

- Still uptight?

- Don't you understand?

Kelly and Harris, they're my friends.

You're a bleeder. What you need

is an old man who's always handy.

- Is that your old man?

- Emerson!

Emerson, you were gonna study.

But you said you were going to study!

- I guess he didn't take it too well.

- Get out. Get out of here!

- Get out!

- All you want is a little action...

...and every time there's a hassle.

You're in my way, man. Again.

Move your ass out of the way, son.

Son of a b*tch, get the hell out of there!

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