Fame Page #3

Don't pay her no mind, no

She'll take every dime

She's got a one-a-day lunch

Good for all the bunch, yeah

Hot lunch, yeah

Macaroni and baloney

Tuna fish, our favorite dish

Hot lunch, hey

If it's yellow, then it's Jell-o

If it's blue, it could be stew

She's got a one-a-day lunch

Good for all the bunch

Hey, now

- Hot lunch

- Hot, hot lunch

Oh, no

Yeah

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Oh, yeah.

- Hi.

- Hi. That's too wild for me.

- I'm in your acting class.

- I know.

Montgomery MacNeil.

- Doris Finsecker.

- Hi. Wanna sit down?

All right. Is your mother really

Marsha MacNeil, the actress?

- That's right.

- She does wonderful work.

- Have you seen her?

- But I've heard.

Oh.

- I didn't know she lived in New York.

- She doesn't. Officially, she does...

...but she's been on the road forever.

She gets paid to stay in hotels...

...but she stays with friends. Sends her

per diems home to me and Dr. Golden.

- Is that your stepfather?

- My analyst.

What's wrong with you?

It's pretty technical, really.

I have problems.

- What kind of problems?

- With women.

Fine. Swaying with a nice humming

sound, please. And:

Let the arms go.

Good, good, good.

And chew.

Faster.

Speed.

Tongues out. Down.

Side. Side.

And round, round. Come on.

More energy!

Do it together, please.

Keep moving.

Much better.

Much, much better now.

Reach for the jete!

And:

Impulse to impulse.

Relax.

Relax.

Sense the floor against your bodies.

Feel it against

the backs of your legs.

Your arms.

Your shoulders.

Let your senses remember...

...this feeling of heaviness.

Relax and breathe.

Relax and breathe.

All right, let's go. Thank you.

Don't be late. Come on. Don't be late.

- Should you be on this floor?

I have a note.

- Miss Berg wants a tambourine.

- Fine.

Excuse me? Excuse me?

You speak English?

- Bruno Martelli?

- He's across the hall.

Thanks.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What kind of music notes are those?

- Laser beams.

- It's a requiem for Buck Rogers.

- Great.

- You ever thought of doing real music?

- This is my music.

- I mean a band.

- I don't like bands. They crowd me.

- I prefer my basement, no people.

- There's money though, in summer trade.

- If we get together in time.

- I'm really not interested.

There's tea dances and parties,

weddings and bar mitzvahs.

Those things are steady. People always

get married and grow up.

- I don't need the hassle.

- I'll take care of everything...

...just like a regular business manager.

I'll look after the bookings, travel,

costume designs, for 10 percent off the top.

Then a straight split

of the performing cut.

- What costume designs?

- Nothing fancy, just sequins and stuff.

See-through for me, maybe low-cut.

We gotta give them visuals.

The sound might be wicked, but when

you get down to it, tits book bands.

- I think I'll stay in my basement.

- Bruno, this is our chance.

- Don't you want success?

- Sure. I don't think our tits are up to it.

Why?

Oh, why?

God will punish you,

Yuri Yajeyopeyonoff.

What crime is this unborn

child guilty of...

...that it should not drink of

the milk of paradise?

- You warned me, Elena.

- No!

Not one ruble have I lost, not one.

Oh...

- Can we try this again? It sounds phony.

- I don't wanna try this again.

- There's nothing wrong with you.

- I know. That's what's wrong with me.

Everybody here is colorful or eccentric

or charismatic. I'm perfectly ordinary.

My nose is ordinary. My body's ordinary.

And my voice, it's- Yuck!

- I don't know why I'm here.

You want be an actress.

Yeah, but actors and actresses

are colorful, flamboyant beings.

I'm about as flamboyant as a bagel.

Hi.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Some people like bagels.

- Some people don't.

- Some people are too old for you.

- He smiles at me.

- He smiles at everyone.

- Yeah, but he winks too.

- I think it's a nervous habit.

- He talks to me, often.

- Really? What's he say?

- Hi.

That's serious. Have you set the date?

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- I feel stupid.

So get into it.

Study it. Try to remember it

so you can-

Hey, M and M.

Seen your shrink lately?

- Yesterday.

- You got a special delivery?

How you doing? How are you?

Oh, good. That's very good.

You're a good man.

They're not for me.

They're for a friend of mine.

Who's the lucky fella, huh?

Looks like somebody finally

corked up old Finsecker.

It can't be Gloria over here.

He's not into chicks.

Hmm? Hmm? You're- Oh, oh, oh.

Shut my mouth.

Bye.

I hate Ralph Garci, I really do.

I must remember this feeling

and use it in my acting.

I'm scared.

I'm scared I won't be able to live up

to their expectations of me.

- You must take-

- Flashing images of passion-

- And hurl you to the ground

and make mad, passionate love.

I forgot it!

For two weeks?

- I told you, I done it and I forgot it.

- My hearing's fine.

It's your homework that's missing.

And these pages are unintelligible.

It's a secret language.

It ain't meant for whiteys.

- This isn't a joke.

- I got lots of jokes.

- This is garbage!

- My pen broke.

- It's in pencil.

- That broke too.

You can't learn to read,

you can't learn to dance.

You're flunking out.

I can read.

Terrific! Go ahead, surprise us.

Give him your book.

Pay attention.

Mr. Johnson is gonna read.

- I said I can read!

- Then read.

- No.

- Read!

- No!

- Read!

No, you f***ing b*tch!

What the f*** you want me to do,

asking me to read all the f***ing time?

I hate your guts. You read,

you f***ing b*tch!

It's not natural.

Get off my case, huh, Papa?

When I was your age, Bruno,

I had a lot of girlfriends.

- I had a different girlfriend every day.

- I got music.

Same to you, pal! Go ahead.

Go ahead! Oh, sure, you got music,

okay. But for what? For yourself.

For your headset.

I mean, do I hear it anymore?

Does your mama hear it?

Do your friends hear it?

Bruno, do you have friends?

- I don't have time. I told you.

- You told me. You told me.

It's not natural. When I was your age,

I'm telling you-

You're not my age. Nobody's my age.

I'm ahead of my time.

Maybe I don't think

people will like my stuff.

How do you know what people will like?

How do they know if they don't hear it?

Bruno, how do they recognize your talent

and give you scholarships...

...and record contracts, son,

and awards?

Maybe I die undiscovered,

and my ghost gets the Grammy.

Maybe! Look, did I build you a studio

in the basement for a ghost?

Did I spent $7000 on equipment

for a ghost?

Does your mama cook and clean and

wear old clothes for a ghost? A ghost?

Elton John's mom has got

six mink coats.

"Wei- Wei- Welcome to...

...the wo- Won-

Wonderful...

...world of...

...Ma- Maytag...

...wash- Wash- Washing...

...mach- Ma-

Machines. "

Talk about Shorofsky.

Mr. Shorofsky does not understand any

music past Mozart when he was 2.

They're all the same.

What do you expect?

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