Little Miss Sunshine Page #7

- [ Sheryl ] Here, here!

- Put your seat belt on, baby!

- What are you doing?

- I can't slow down! I can't!

- [ Richard ] What time is it, Frank?

- Oh, 2:
59.

- Dad!

- Straight shot from here. We're gonna make it.

- [ Sheryl ] Oh, it's a dead end!

- I'm not goin' back!

- You have to go back!

- That is a one-way road!

That'll take us all the way

back to the freeway!

- You're the one who told me

to go left back there!

- [ Sheryl Shouting ]

I'm not turnin' back.

- Richard!

- [ Olive ] It's right there.

What-What are you doing?

You can't do this!

- God, Richard!

- Okay, here's the hotel.

- God, Richard!

- Okay, here's the hotel.

[ Frank ]

Okay, stop!

- [ Richard ] Where's the entrance?

- [ Sheryl ] Right here!

You passed it!

You're passing it!

[ Richard ]

Hold on!

Here we go. One more time.

Little bump.

[ Olive ]

Mom!

[ Panting ]

[ Chattering ]

Hello?

Hi. We'd like to register.

- Sorry, we're closed.

- Uh, no. We have the entrant right here.

- We just wanna check in.

- Registration ended at 3:00.

- It's 3:
00 now.

- No.

Come on. Have a heart. We're four minutes late.

We just drove all the way from Albuquerque.

- Then you should've been here by 3:00.

- [ Richard ] Wait, wait.

There must be some way

we can work this out. Please.

Everybody else was here before 3:00.

I'd be giving unfair advantage.

No, we're not looking for an advantage.

We just want her to compete.

Don't yell at me, sir.

I didn't make you late.

We've settled on the schedule for the show.

We've turned off the computers.

- Our lineup is final. I have a hair check to do.

- Okay-

I'm sorry that you're late,

but I can't help you.

Please.

You don't know

what we've been through.

Um, Miss Jenkins?

L- I can put 'em in the system.

- Oh, Kirby, you don't have to.

- No, it's okay. Takes five minutes.

Well, it's your time.

Excuse me.

[ Frank ] Thank you, Kirby.

Thank you very much.

Really, you don't know

what this means.

Please, it's only five minutes.

[ Chuckles ]

I am not working for these people

next year. These people are crazy.

Okay, so, what's your name?

- Olive.

- That's a nice name.

- Mom, Mom! Look!

- What's her last name?

- It's Miss California. It's really her!

- You want to go say hi?

- [ Kirby ] Albuquerque-

- [ Typing ]

- Thank you.

- [ Woman ] Bonnie, come here.

- Hi! What's your name?

- Olive.

- What's your talent, Olive?

- I like dancing.

Dancing was too hard for me.

I'm a singer.

You must be a good dancer.

I am. I'm really good.

- I bet you are.

- [ Pen Scribbling ]

Well, thanks for stopping by,

Olive. Best of luck.

Hmm. Miss California?

- Do you eat ice cream?

- I love ice cream.

My favorite flavor is

Chocolate Cherry Garcia...

although, technically,

I think that's a frozen yogurt.

- Okay?

- Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Bye.

- Mom, she eats ice cream.

- I heard.

Your packet has tickets in it,

and there's your badge number.

- Okay.

- Is there anything else?

Uh, yeah. Is there a funeral home

around here?

[ Mechanical Whirring, Spraying ]

[ Chattering ]

- Hi.

- Hi.

Okay, Olive,

let's get your swimsuit on.

You wanna go change

behind the curtain?

This is the last touch-up, everybody.

Final touch-ups. Last touch-up.

[ Camera Shutters Clicking ]

[ Giggling ]

- Okay! Wait!

- I won't wait for you!

Let's get outta here.

Hey! Hey, Olive Hoover.

- Mm-hmm?

- Hey, I need your music.

- Oh, music, right.

- Yeah.

Where is it? All right.

[ Mumbles ]

Here you go.

- This? Did you choose this?

- No, my grandpa did.

- Your grandpa?

- Mm-hmm.

- Which track?

- Twelve.

We were drivin' five, six hours.

Thought he was napping.

By the time we figured it out, it's-

- You know.

- Too late.

So where's the body?

Um-

Personal effects.

- Thank you.

- You take care.

- You too.

- [ Doors Close ]

- [ Audience Murmuring ]

- [ Girl ] I'm ready.

- [ Audience Murmuring ]

- [ Girl ] I'm ready.

- [ Man ] She was scared, but she did very well.

- [ Woman ] Was she?

[ Fanfare ]

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 24th annual...

Little Miss Sunshine Pageant!

- [ Cheering ]

- Yes!

Now, please, put your hands together once

again and help me welcome to the stage...

our 12 beautiful contestants!

- [ Cheering ]

- [ Applause ]

[ Pop ]

[ Woman Singing ]

[ Continues ]

Wow.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Ends ]

Oh, let's have a big round of applause

for our lovely contestants!

At the end of the evening,

one of these girls...

will be crowned

Little Miss Sunshine!

Olive, honey,

are you okay in there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey.

What?

- You got a kid in the show?

- [ Emcee Singing ]

Your first time?

Yeah, yeah.

[ Continues ]

[ Ends ]

America!

It's so beautiful!

[ Dwayne ] Sometimes I just wish

I could go to sleep till I was 18...

and skip all this crap- high school

and everything-just skip it.

You know Marcel Proust?

- He's the guy you teach.

- Yeah.

French writer.

Total loser.

Never had a real job.

Unrequited love affairs. Gay.

Spent 20 years writing a book

almost no one reads.

But he's also probably

the greatest writer since Shakespeare.

Anyway, he, uh-

he gets down to the end of his life...

and he looks back and decides

that all those years he suffered-

Those were the best years of his life,

'cause they made him who he was.

All the years he was happy? You know,

total waste. Didn't learn a thing.

So, if you sleep until you're 18...

ah, think of the suffering

you're gonna miss.

I mean, high school? High school-

Those are your prime suffering years.

You don't get better suffering

than that.

You know what?

F*** beauty contests.

Life is one f***ing

beauty contest after another.

You know, school,

then college, then work?

F*** that.

And f*** the Air Force Academy.

If I wanna fly,

I'll find a way to fly.

You do what you love,

and f*** the rest.

I'm glad you're talkin' again, Dwayne.

- You're not nearly as stupid as you look.

- [ Sighs ]

[ Clicks Tongue ]

Wanna go back?

- Not really.

- [ Chuckles ]

Yeah, we should go back.

[ Emcee ] And now, the moment

we've all been waiting for-

the talent competition.

[ Applause ]

[ Piano ]

[ Singing ]

Miss Carly Nugent.

[ Woman Singing Disco ]

[ Ends ]

[ Yodeling ]

[ Singing ]

Yee-haw!

[ Emcee ]

Yodel-lay-he-hoo, that was great!

[ Techno ]

[ Audience Exclaiming ]

- [ Cheering ]

- [ Emcee ] Wow-ow-ow-ow!

Funky-licious!

[ Continues, Faint ]

- [ Continues, Faint ]

- I'm goin' backstage.

Yeah, right. See ya.

[ Zipper Zips ]

Oh, look at you.

Is that your costume?

Mm-hmm.

- [ Sighs ]

- Okay, here.

- Hey, what's goin' on?

- Oh, I just- I came to wish Olive good luck.

- How you doin', honey?

- Good.

- Nervous.

- Yeah. You're gonna do great.

[ Kisses ]

I just know it.

- Can I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah.

- What's up?

- [ Sighs ]

I don't want her to go on.

[ Girl Singing ]

- Are you authorized to be backstage?

- No. Hey.

- Where are the dressing rooms?

- [ Girl ] Are you allowed to be here?

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