Bullets Over Broadway Page #14

- Sex is economics.

- Bullshit. Ellen, come down here.

I wanna talk to you.

I love you. I wanna see you.

Come down here.

- All right.

- What do you mean "All right"?

What about me?

You're great, Flender, but it's no use.

I'll never get over David.

Couldn't you tell? Each time

I climaxed, I'd scream, "David! David!"

I thought you were saying,

"Do it! Do it!"

Flender, stop it.

Leave 'em alone.

Can't you see

they love each other?

I'm finished with it:

living in the garrets...

eating cheese and drinking wine

and analyzing art in coffee houses.

It's over.

I love you.

- I want us to get married.

We'll go back to Pittsburgh.

- But you're a success.

- You have a hit. Why the sudden change?

- We'll have kids.

- Because I've wasted too much

time already. I love you.

- But you're an artist.

No, I'm not.

I'm not.

I'll explain it all to you on

the train back to Pittsburgh.

There's two things of which I'm certain.

One is that I love you.

Two is that

I'm not an artist.

There, I said it,

and I feel free.

I'm not an artist.

- Will you marry me?

- Yes.

We're all alone, no chaperone

can get our number

The world's in slumber

Let's misbehave

There's something wild

about you, child

That's so contagious

Let's be outrageous

Let's misbehave

When Adam won Eve's hand

he wouldn't stand for teasin'

He didn't care about

those apples out of season

They say that spring

means just one thing

To little lovebirds

We're not above birds

Let's misbehave

[ Singers Scatting ]

Let's misbehave

[ Scatting Continues ]

Let's misbehave

If you'd be just so sweet and

only meet your fate, dear

'Twould be the great event

of 1928, dear

[ Scatting ]

Let's misbehave

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