
Life with Mikey Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1993
- 91 min
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I GOT A KID WITH SOME TALEN AND YOU CAN'T GET HER.
HEY, HOW'D IT GO? DID
THEY LAUGH, THEY CRY?
NOBODY CRIED.
YOU KNOW, CHAPMAN, YOU'RE RIGHT.
IT'S DIFFICULT NOT TO BE JEALOUS
DOES A COUPLE OF LOVE BOATS
AND A HOLLYWOOD SQUARES...
AND WINDS UP WORKING FOR DADDY
BECAUSE HE CAN'T GET A JOB
ANYWHERE ELSE.
I ALSO DID A CHARLIE'S ANGELS,
AND YOU KNOW THAT.
HEY, HEY, HEY!
HOLD THE ELEVATOR.
HEY, HEY, HEY!
SPEAK TO YOU FOR JUST A MINUTE?
YEAH, WHAT'S UP?
WE HAVE TO FINISH
THE AUDITIONS:
JUST AS A COURTESY.
WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING
FOR THIS GIRL FOR MONTHS.
BUT MR. CORCORAN
ABSOLUTELY LOVED ANGIE.
SHE GOT THE JOB!
SHE GOT THE JOB!
YES!
OKAY!
N-NO, SHH!
I'M QUIET, QUIET.
THANK YOU.
NO, NO, NO,
THANK YOU.
HERE'S THE PAPERWORK.
WE NEED TO SEE ANGIE FOR A
COSTUME FITTING THIS FRIDAY.
FRIDAY.
YOU GOT IT.
[Dog Barking]
[Hard Rock]
[Indistinct Chattering]
UH, IS THIS THE VEGA RESIDENCE?
I'M LOOKING
FOR ANGIE VEGA.
LENNY, WHO IS IT?
MY NAME IS MICHAEL CHAPMAN,
I'M A FRIEND...
HEY!
ANGIE!
WHAT ARE YOU:
DOING HERE?
THE SUNBURST COOKIE GIRL.
OUT OF HUNDREDS OF KIDS,
THEY PICKED YOU.
WHEN DO I GET THE MONEY?
THE EXCITEMENT A LITTLE BIT?
WHEN DO WE GET THE MONEY?
AFTER WE SHOO THE FIRST COMMERCIAL!
LISTEN, I GOTTA GET YOUR SISTER
TO SIGN THESE DOCUMENTS.
I'LL GET 'EM SIGNED.
ANGIE?
I REALLY WOULDN'T MIND TALKIN'
TO HER, IF THAT'S OKAY...
NOW'S NOT A GOOD TIME.
UH, ANGIE?
LISTEN, HERE'S MY HOME NUMBER.
GIVE ME A CALL:
WHEN SHE SIGNS 'EM.
CONGRATULATIONS!
[Woman]
AND YOU'RE FROM MOSCOW.
THAT'S OUR HOMETOWN.
YOU ONLY HAD A MOUSTACHE
IN THOSE DAYS.
OH, YOU LOOK
SO MUCH OLDER...
REMEMBER,
IT'S RUSSIA.
COLD.
BRR.
OKAY. SO MUCH OLDER,
ALEXANDER VERSHININ-NIN.
AND YOU-YOU LOOK SO GREA IN THIS SWEATER,
DEBBIE, I SWEAR.
MICHAEL, PLEASE, STOP.
I HAVE THIS AUDITION TOMORROW.
DA, DA, DA, OKAY.
WHERE WERE WE?
UH, THAT'S ME.
THE LOVELORN MAJOR.
I WANTED-TELL ME
WHAT THAT FABRIC IS.
WHAT IS IT?
[Moaning]
[Knocking]
[Growling]
AHH, ALL RIGHT,
JUST STAY IN CHARACTER,
ALL RIGHT?
IT'S COLD. BRR!
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.
HERE'S ALL THE STUFF
YOU NEEDED SIGNED.
NOW?
OH, AND I ALSO THOUGH I SHOULD BRING THIS BACK.
WHOSE IS THIS?
MR. COOKIEMAN'S.
CORCORAN'S.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!
I ADMIT, IT WASN' SUCH A GREAT IDEA, BUT,
YOU KNOW, YOU GET IN A HABIT.
OH, HUH, I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU HAD COMPANY.
YEAH.
HELLO, I'M DEBBIE.
HI, I'M ANGIE.
TELL ME ABOUT IT.
THIS STUFF. ANGIE'S A CLIENT.
OH, REALLY? ME TOO.
I THOUGHT HE JUS REPRESENTED KIDS.
[Whispering]
NO!
IS THAT TRUE?
KIDS OF ALL AGES
IS WHAT SHE MEANT.
HUH! WELL, NO WONDER
I'VE NEVER GOTTEN A JOB!
YOU'RE A KID'S AGENT!
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING,
YOU NEVER GOT A JOB?
IN THE TROJAN WOMEN.
OH, BIG DEAL!
ONE LOUSY PRODUCTION
AND I HAD TO MAKE
THE COSTUMES TOO!
DEBBIE, DEBBIE, DEBBIE.
ANY CHANCE OF GETTING TIME OFF
FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR?
NO.
DEBBIE! D-DEBBIE, D-DON'T GO.
NICE MEETING YOU, ANGIE.
DEBBIE...
[Sighs]
UH, DID I COME
AT A BAD TIME?
NO, NO. THAT WAS PERFECT.
THINK I'D GOTTEN
JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING
I COULD OUT OF THE EVENING.
SO I WAS THINKING,
I CAN'T CONCENTRATE
ON THE COMMERCIALS AT HOME...
WITH LENNY:
AND ALL HIS STUPID FRIENDS.
UNTIL WE'RE DONE.
[Chuckles]
THAT'S THREE WEEKS AWAY.
SO WHAT?
SO I DON'T THINK YOUR SISTER'S
GONNA BE TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT.
LISTEN, I TAKE BETTER CARE
SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
SHE KNOWS I'M HERE. IT'S COOL.
IT'S NOT COOL.
CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING?
AND I'M REAL SORRY
ABOUT YOUR DOMESTIC PROBLEMS.
BUT THIS IS:
MY LUCKY PAC-MAN PILLOW,
THIS IS MY HOUSE,
THIS IS YOUR BAG
AND THAT'S THE DOOR.
I LIKE MY PRIVACY.
MORE THAN YOUR COMMISSION?
WHAT, ARE YOU THREATENING ME?
I DON'T RESPOND WELL TO THREATS.
[Grunting]
[Angie]
YOU ARE SUCH A PIG!
YUCK!
[Knocking]
YEAH.
THAT DEPENDS.
WHAT DID SHE DO?
HUH! I FOUND HER
THROWING OUT YOUR GARBAGE.
I'M SORRY, MRS. CANTRELL.
THAT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
I HOPE IT HAPPENS
EVERY DAY.
USUALLY, THE GARBAGE
JUST SITS THERE,
SMELLING UP THE WHOLE PLACE.
NOT TO MENTION:
THE CIGARETTE BUTTS.
DEAR?
DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME
TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL?
YEAH, RIGHT. IN MY NEXT LIFE.
LOOK AT THIS PLACE!
YEAH. THANK YOU,
MRS. CANTRELL.
[Mrs. Cantrell]
UUH!
I'M ABOUT TO HAVE BREAKFAST.
UHH. UHH! OOH!
[Ed]
WHAT?
I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!
YOU LET HER STAY
IN YOUR APARTMENT?
I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU.
I REALLY DON'T.
I THOUGHT YOU'D BE HAPPY.
WE FINALLY GET THE BIGGEST JOB
WE'VE HAD IN YEARS...
AND YOU'RE UPSET 'CAUSE
THERE'S A FEW LITTLE PROBLEMS.
A FEW LITTLE PROBLEMS?
YOU SAID SHE DOESN'T GO
TO SCHOOL.
SHE STEALS, SHE RAN AWAY
FROM HOME. WE'RE NOW
REPRESENTING THE OMEN.
FOR THE LITTLE 666?
YEAH, THERE WAS ONLY TWO SIXES.
MISS BRIGANTI,
ANNOUNCE ME, PLEASE.
CERTAINLY.
HI, BARRY.
BARRY!
WHAT AN UNEXPECTED PLEASURE.
[Chuckling]
SKATING?
WHO DOESN'T?
[Chuckles]
AH, I'D LOVE TO TAKE YOU
SKATING, BARRY, BUT WE'RE
STILL SORT OF WORKING HERE.
OH, IS THAT RIGHT?
I BET BRIAN SPIRO FROM
UNITED TALENT WOULD BE WILLING
TO TAKE ME SKATING.
I BET THAT-VA-VA-VAVOOM!
WELL, HELLO, DOLLY!
WHO'S THE TROLL?
BARRY CORMAN, I'D LIKE YOU
TO MEET OUR NEWEST CLIENT,
ANGIE VEGA.
ENCHANTE, MADEMOISELLE.
YUCK!
[Geena Giggling]
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO
ACCOMPANY ME TO WOLLMAN RINK,
MY BROWN-EYED GIRL?
GET LOST!
HEY, COME ON!
GET ON THE ICE!
TO TIE THESE THINGS.
[Michael]
YA KNOW, I WAS THINKIN',
IT'S REAL CRAMPED
AT MY APARTMEN WITH ANGIE THERE...
AND, UH, YOU GOT THA BIG HOUSE AND EVERYTHING...
OH, FORGET IT!
LOOK, IT'S NO PLACE
FOR A KID, ED.
I GOT VARIOUS FRIENDS
COMIN' OVER AT ALL HOURS...
AND I STAY UP LATE
AND I PLAY MY MUSIC LOUD...
OH, PLEASE.
LIKE THE COPACABANA.
IT'S A ONE-BEDROOM PIGSTY
BIMBOS AND A 32-INCH TV.
WE'RE TALKIN' ABOUT A LO OF MONEY HERE, AND IT'S NO JUST GONNA BE THESE COMMERCIALS.
THIS KID IS VERY SPECIAL.
LOOK, MICHAEL,
RESPONSIBLE FOR HER.
SCHOOL, STOPS STEALING.
AND DO SOMETHING
ABOUT THAT KNIFE.
[Growling]
ALL RIGHT, TV OFF.
YOU GOT SCHOOL TOMORROW.
YEAH, YA ARE.
I AM NOT!
YOU ARE!
I ALREADY KNOW:
EVERYTHING I HAVE TO KNOW.
YA KNOW, YOU'RE RIGHT.
I MEAN, YOU'RE SMART.
YOU ARE SO SMART.
YOU'RE JUST NO THAT SMART.
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