Matinee Idol Page #4

sharp. So be there.

- Oh I'll be there.

- I told you Bernie, they've

got their brains between their legs.

- If you two are ready, I'd uh,

like to get started.

Places everyone, get ready for

a take. Heat em' up.

Roll sound.

Mark.

Action!

(slow music)

- You know I was following you

all that time, didn't you?

Huh? I was watching you.

Did you know that?

- Yeah I knew it.

- You want this cock, don't you?

- Oh, yeah, give it to me!

- I'm not your husband. You can talk

to him that way, but you can't

talk to me that way.

I give you what I want,

when I want it.

You understand?

You b*tch, how does it feel

to have a dick in you?

- I love it!

- That's because your husband

doesn't have a cock, right?

- Not like yours he doesn't.

F*** me.

- I can't f*** you with money.

That's what you get off your

old man, huh, money.

You're such a f***ing whore.

- You love b*tches.

- That's why I'm f***ing one.

- Let's cut and go for a new

angle now.

- Lance.

I just want you to know that

I'm really sorry about... You know...

- No, no, no there's no reason

to apologize.

It was my fault.

- Well I guess, actually, we both have

reason to apologize.

- Yeah, I guess.

- Ah, it's nice to see you two

aren't fighting.

Ok ready everybody we are

back in business.

Places everyone! Get ready for a take.

Heat em' up.

- Now hold on a second, I,

uh...

Uh, I'm not hard.

Try to get my dick up

anyways.

You don't mind, do you?

- No.

- Gotta get back in character.

- The camera is just on your faces.

Can't we get this thing shot?

- Hey I'm gonna tell you something.

I've got to be inside her, alright?

- It's alright Lance we're holding.

- I do this soft core stuff it's ok,

I don't want to pretend.

I want to feel it.

- If we don't start soon we will

be into over time, Lance.

- You know sometimes your...

- It's ok.

- Don't get me upset, alright?

Jesus.

- Roll sound.

Mark.

Action!

- I love your big dick.

F*** me.

Turn me over.

- What?

- Turn me over.

I want you to see my ass.

You like that?

Just pull it down, come on.

You got it.

(moaning)

F*** me!

Oh, I want your big dick!

F*** me!

(moaning)

F*** me!

Grab my ass! Grab it!

F*** me!

(moaning)

- And cut! Beautiful! Beautiful!

(film crew mumbling)

Wrap for the day!

- Hey!

How about dinner sometime?

- Really?

I'd like that.

(upbeat music)

(murmuring to each other)

(giggling)

- Hey nice place you have.

- You know I don't think

I've ever been happier, Lance.

- Yeah?

Is that before or after you locked

me out of the house?

- Would you like a drink?

- I'd love one, thanks.

You know you made Daisy and Bud

very happy too.

If it wasn't for you they'd never

have met.

- If it wasn't for you they would

have never met.

- You need to tell me something,

uh...

You think, uh...

You think you could marry me?

- No.

- A hard man is good to find.

- But you didn't let me finish.

What I meant to say is,

why do you want to marry me?

- Ah, let me see. This might

take a while.

If you say yes, I'll spend the

rest of our lives telling you why.

- You know this is the first

time we are alone together.

(melodic piano music)

(upbeat drum music)

- Mr. and Mrs. Cochran. By the power

vested in me,

by the state of California.

I pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

- And Mr. Hardy and Ms. Hand,

I just want to tell you

how much my wife and I

enjoy watching your films.

- Thank you your honor.

- Thanks you. Thank you very much.

Bud congratulations!

- Thank you Mr. Hardy.

- Thank you so much.

- Daisy, congratulations.

- Thanks Lance.

- Very best of luck to you both.

- Thank you, thank you, sir.

- Bye, bye. Have a safe trip!

- So long!

- So you got married? I'll send you

a wedding gift.

Who?

Daisy? I thought you and Linda, she...

You what?!

She what?!

- You and who? I thought you were

sweet on what's her name?

Linda's what? Come on Lance

quit kidding.

You're what? Hello? Hello?

- (in unison) They quit, both of them,

all of them.

- What do we do Bernie?

- Some where in this

star struck town

there's gotta be another guy with a

big cock, a pretty face,

able to cum on que.

You, fella. You out there. How about

you? You want to be a Matinee Idol?

(upbeat music)

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