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Puerto Rican or everything, like me.

- I am Puerto Rican.

- Not on your paper you ain't, Garci.

- Your daddy doing government work.

- That's the truth.

And he left you his tap shoes, right?

Does he work for Pepsi-Cola too?

Be careful.

- To the left. Left.

- Come the other way.

All right.

Easy, now. Straight back, Bruno?

- Where do you want this at?

Far corner.

How do you do?

Okay. Fine.

Great. Look, I'll do that. You just go

and get the rest of the stuff, okay?

Oh, Martelli. Bruno Martelli.

Would you like to set up

your equipment, Mr. Martelli?

Who taught you?

Who taught me? My father taught me.

He's in Spain. He makes Westerns.

- Why do you want to go to school here?

- Because Freddie went here.

- Freddie?

- Freddie Prinze. He's the best.

- So you want to be an actor, huh?

- Yeah, sure, I want to be an actor.

Judy, Judy, Judy.

Top of the world, Ma.

We don't want you to perform. We want

to see who you are. You understand?

- Right.

- Use your own experience.

Be simple, be honest,

but most of all, be yourself.

- Be honest. Be simple. Be yourself?

- Be yourself.

I'm God, see? And God

is Puerto Rican, you got that? Now.

God works in a casa de steam,

you know. It's a steam bath, right?

And he's talking to this angel. This angel

is a computer. An electronic computer.

I'm God, see? That's why I'm standing

on this chair, you got that? Good.

Does he wanna be a musician

or an airline pilot?

Mr. Martelli. We are ready when you are.

Would you care to begin?

Oh, okay. Sure.

Mr. Martelli.

Mr. Martelli.

Mr. Martelli!

Thank you. One instrument

at a time will be quite sufficient.

I could do it in 4/4

if you prefer a disco beat.

She's a disaster.

Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or, if thou wilt not,

be but sworn my love...

...and then I'll no longer be a Capu-

Capu- Capu-something.

Capulet.

- Like Cappelletti, the football player?

- Something like that.

- That's what I mean.

- Where's his application?

- He doesn't have one.

Well, get him one.

- What do you call that?

- Wicked.

Thou art thyself.

Thou art not a Montagoo-

Montagazz- Who knows?

This is the last day of auditions. We've

seen a lot of students. We're punchy.

- We're gonna take a break.

- Ah, yeah.

Go next door to Mrs. Shime.

Have her audition you.

Right next door.

- I tell her that you sent me?

Yeah.

- All right.

By the way...

...you were reading the girl's part.

- Sh*t.

You're not into high school.

I'm into dancing.

You're into ass, you mean. You don't

have to go to high school for that.

Who asked you to work my audition anyway?

- I was doing you a favor, remember?

- Some fat f***ing favor.

Take your things to the third floor.

Give your forms to the senior there.

Okay, you go downstairs, change

in the girls' room and wait for him.

I'm through?

I don't have to dance anymore?

Where you going, Leroy?

He's in and I'm out, right?

F*** you, Leroy! This was my audition,

remember? You're not into high school.

We were rehearsing to get me into this

school, not you, you f***er! It's not fair!

I didn't want to come here anyway.

This school sucks.

You've done me a favor, shithead.

You saved me four f***ing years

from this ass-licking school!

You looking at one happy lady!

Who wants to go to a f***ing school

to learn to dance, anyway?

Yeah, hello?

No, it isn't. This is Naomi Finsecker

speaking. Her mother. Who is this?

Replacement?

What do you mean, replacement?

So is she in or is she out?

Theresa!

I got in! I got in!

I got into Performing Arts!

Doris, we're in!

Get her out of there!

Hey, later on.

All right. All right!

See y'all later.

Hello.

Hey, mama, get in the car!

Baby!

Come on, baby, come on.

Don't go to school.

Martelli, Bruno.

- Bruno. Come on.

Garcia, Raul.

- Garcia, Raul?

- It's Ralph.

- It says Raul.

- I don't relate to that.

- Garcia, Ralph.

- It's Garci.

Ralph Garci. I think they

spelled it wrong on the application.

- Garci, Ralph.

- Here.

- MacNeil, Montgomery.

- Here.

- Monroe, Lisa.

- Yes?

Johnson, Leroy.

Johnson, Leroy?

In future, Mr. Johnson, I'd like you to

leave your ghetto blaster at home.

I'd have left it home

if it wasn't so goddamn boring in here.

This is a classroom, Mr. Johnson. You're

going to be here for four years...

...with your eyes open,

homework done, pencils sharpened...

...and all food, cigarettes and radios

outside. Do you understand me?

- Why are you here, Mr. Johnson?

- Because I's young and single...

...and I loves to mingle.

Speak English.

- I speak like I likes.

- This is my room. You'll speak as I like.

I teach English. Now, if that's

a foreign language, you're gonna learn it.

This is no Mickey Mouse school. You

won't get off easy because of talent.

- I don't care how well you dance...

- B*tch run her f***ing mouth.

...or how many colored tutus you have.

If you don't give academic subjects...

...equal time, you're out.

- Bullshit.

You have to arrive earlier

to get dressed and warmed up.

You have to take outside classes

in your major field...

...and study ballet, modern, folk,

jazz, tap and historical dance here...

...as well as dance history,

supported adagio...

...variation class, makeup, hairstyling

and even acting for dancers.

50,000 people call themselves actors,

and maybe 500 are making a living at it.

Most of those do commercials to

pay the rent. The rest wait tables...

...clean other people's apartments,

living on welfare and hope.

Don't think talent's enough

to get you through.

You gotta have a strong technique,

a good agent, and most of all, thick skin.

Now you're part of an underprivileged

minority, and you're going to suffer.

Pulled tendons, shin splints,

swollen toes, smelly tights...

Cattle calls, the humiliation,

the rejection...

Melodic dictation theory, keyboard

harmony, piano, piano literature...

...music history, orchestration,

conducting, symphonic band...

When do we have lunch?

Lunch is at 11:
30...

...and then you'll have everything else.

- What's everything else?

Biology, chemistry, algebra, English,

French, physics, history, et cetera.

Dance is not a way

of getting through school.

It's a way of life, plus school.

The school part is easier.

You better like yourself a lot.

Because that's all you got to work with.

Use yourself.

Your voice, your experiences.

Wanna accumulate some experiences?

I got plenty of experiences to spare.

You know what?

I live with two chicks.

Dance is the hardest

department in the school.

Acting is the hardest

profession in the world.

Music is the hardest profession of

them all. Isn't that right, Mrs. Tossoff?

Indeed.

Okay.

No fighting. Stay in line, please.

Okay, okay, okay.

Who's next?

That's good.

Excuse me.

- I'll be doing my scene Thursday...

- I'll be right back.

Get out of my seat!

- Shady Sadie

- Shady Sadie

- Serving lady

- She's a serving lady

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