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Graduating from P.A. is no Academy

Award. You know what I mean.

It is better than real school. It's free,

and you don't get raped in the hallways.

But it's still small change.

I'm just killing time here,

waiting for my opportunity.

It might be a movie

or a Broadway musical.

But it's coming. I keep my eyes open.

I read Back Stage, Show Business

and Variety.

You see, I do the whole thing.

Dancing's just the tip

of this iceberg.

A friend of my sister,

she tells fortunes and stuff.

She says I'm doing my last dance

on this dark little planet.

So it's gotta be spectacular, you know?

How bright our spirits

go shooting out into space...

...depends on how much we contributed

to the earthly brilliance of this world.

And I mean to be a major contributor.

A sure-as-sh*t major contributor.

Can someone just-?

She's cleaning her cleavage.

She's taking out the lint. Oh,

that's beautiful. I wish I had a camera.

There she is. Get out of the way.

She's gorgeous.

Oh, now turn around, please.

Oh, please.

Oh, look at those tits.

Oh, you could drown in those.

/ want you to observe yourself

doing ordinary, everyday things.

You'll be asked to duplicate

those here in class.

An actor must develop

an acute sense memory...

...so concentrate on how you deal

with things in your world...

...how you wash your face

or hold your fork or lift your cup...

...comb your hair. Observe and study

your own mechanicalness.

See if you can catch yourself in the

very act of doing or saying something.

See if your actions and reactions fall into

patterns and what those patterns are.

And in particular, pay close attention

to the physical world.

Isolate and concentrate on the details.

Oh, mamacita!

Ay, caramba!

No! No! No! Give me that!

You must hold your bow like this,

not like that.

It's not your dick you're holding.

Excuse me, miss. It's a violin bow.

Hold it with a little respect, like-

Like your dick?

Shut up. Again.

Watch your plie, Coco.

Turn out the arch, Leroy.

Nice, Neisha.

I want to see the leg, Patrick.

And stretch.

Good.

Keep it together now.

Where's the sweat, Lisa?

You're not even trying.

- Michael, congratulations. I heard.

- Oh, thank you.

Don't thank me. You deserved

the award and the scholarship.

- You are the best actor in the school.

- Oh, well...

Well, you were the best actor

in the school.

I mean, we'll miss you.

Well, I'll miss you too.

- You will?

- Yeah, sure.

- We'll keep in touch, I guess, huh?

- Yeah.

Would you sign my yearbook?

Yeah, all right. Do you

want me to sign my picture?

- That'd be great.

- Oh, okay.

- I forgot. What's your name?

- Doris Finsecker.

- Oh, right. Doris.

- But Doris is enough.

Oh, okay.

- Have you decided where you're going?

- California.

- I mean to college, the scholarship.

- I can't use it.

- How come?

- William Morris has got big plans for me.

- They saw me in that Senior Day show.

- You're kidding?

- They wanna represent me.

- They're the biggest agents.

- Yeah.

- Well, that's great!

There's a couple of series

they think I'm right for.

I've had a lot of really good meetings.

Everyone's very excited.

That is so great!

I mean, Hollywood, that's like-

Yeah. Well, here I go,

off into the sunset.

Hey, good luck. Oh, sorry.

I mean, break a leg,

or whatever they say.

See you.

Hey!

We'll see you at Schwab's.

Oh, God, Doris!

She's new.

I saw her arrive in a limousine.

A limousine? No kidding?

I hope to f*** she's in drama.

No way. Dance department.

She's too beautiful. Look at that ass.

I don't know about her tits.

What? What kind of tits?

- Tits... Pointy ones?

She looks kind of flat.

She's gorgeous!

Little-bitty ones

with nips like raisins?

She's turning around. Look at that ass.

Oh, she is a dancer.

Let me up. Let me up!

Let me see, you f***ers.

Last year, we worked

on simple observations.

This year, we're going to turn

that observation inward...

...and work on re-creating

emotional states:

Fear, joy, sorrow, anger.

And it'll be more difficult because you'll

have to expose more of you...

...what's on the inside of you.

For your first acting exercise

this year, I want you...

...to re-create a difficult memory...

...a painful moment when you learned

something about yourself that hurt.

And I mean really hurt.

And reach.

And through. And drop.

And back.

Hi, I'm Lisa Monroe.

Hilary van Doren.

I love your coat.

I saw that in Bendel's window.

- My stepmother bought it for me.

Really?

I wouldn't mind that kind of stepmother.

She didn't do it for me.

She wants my father to think she cares.

Besides, she loves shopping.

She gets multiple orgasm

every time she buys something.

Sounds great. I think I like her.

You can have her.

- Where's all the sweat, Lisa?

- I'm working on it.

You're not working on it hard enough.

Get rid of the gum.

Watch me.

Lift the bow off the string, Martelli.

Mozart wouldn't do this today.

- Do what?

- This bowing business.

He'd plug his keyboard into an amp...

...and he'd have string quartets

coming out of his fingers.

And who would play all these

science-fiction symphonies?

- He would.

- All by himself?

He'd overdub and mix, of course.

He wouldn't make the same old noise.

Noise?

He'd sound electric.

He'd have spacier strings and horns

and computerized bassoons.

- One man is not an orchestra.

- Who needs orchestras?

You can do it all with a keyboard,

an amp and enough power.

You're going to play all by yourself?

You don't need anybody else.

That's not music, Martelli.

That's masturbation.

See, I'm not naturally graceful.

Grace doesn't run in our family.

It's our genes. I've had to work

so hard to come this far.

- God, I've been at it since I was 4.

Me too.

I started out with tap and stuff.

Then my mom kept buying me pretty

ballet tutus, and I got hooked on it.

Less lip, Monroe! More sweat!

- She's just a b*tch.

- She hates me.

This is a dance class, Lisa,

not the Charles Atlas plan.

- Shut your mouth.

Where are your tights?

I told you I got them.

I just forgot them.

What's he talking about?

Tights. He won't wear them.

Look, Leroy, I told you, if you don't have

tights, you don't dance. Now go!

Oh, I love your accent.

What did you say?

I dig his black ass.

- It's taken, Goldilocks.

- Don't count on it.

A painful memory.

What does he mean by

a painful memory?

I don't know. I can't find

a painful memory.

I know I have them.

I mean, my pain's as good

as anybody else's.

I have lots of them. You can borrow

one of mine if you want.

Like, I used to wet my bed. There, that

was painful. You can have that memory.

No, thank you.

Then there was the last time my father

packed his bags and left us.

That really was painful.

Or the first time my mother flew to L.A.

And didn't come back for six weeks.

- Oh.

- Or the first time I fell in love.

Where'd that come from?

I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

You're gonna tell everybody that?

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