Breakin' Page #5

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Because I don't

think they'll fit in...

to our particular production.

What? How can you say that?

You haven't even

seen them perform.

Look, I'm sorry,

but we're looking...

for some very good

jazz dancers...

and it's been made

very clear to me...

that those people don't fit in

to that particular category.

Look, they're here.

Just let them dance.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm going

to have to ask you to leave.

Well, it's your loss.

I don't know what to do

with these people.

I'm sorry. It's not going to

work out. This is Franco's show.

They're not going

to stop us now.

Who's next?

Ozone.

Street dancer!

Look, I'm not going

to stand for this!

You must stop immediately!

Now, listen here, young man.

Did you hear me?

You must leave now!

Look, I'm not going to stand

for this. You must stop.

Stop right this minute!

We are auditioning

jazz dancers only.

Stop this nonsense! Jim!

Oh... God. There's more of them.

Jim!

Jim, get them out of here

this instant.

Wait.

Maybe...

- All right, stop this nonsense.

- Go away.

Look, I'll pull my dancers out

if this doesn't stop...

and I mean it.

Let's talk about it later.

I can't see.

All right.

All right, that's it.

We had a deal, Mary. Remember?

You asked for it. I am out!

Man, that girl can fly.

You've got the talent.

She ain't no street dancer.

- You're lookin' at death, man.

- Come on, sucker, right now.

- She was good.

- I'm better.

Who do you think you are,

anyway... Fred Astaire?

Who?

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