Myra Breckinridge Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1970
- 94 min
- 370 Views
are gonna take the business over.
There's no more
studs around anymore.
Everyone's popping pills
and smoking grass.
- Oh, Miss Van Allen?
-Yes?
This is Miss Breckinridge,
who'll be with us teachin'...
until she goes back East
Permit me to say that you are the only
brain comparable to my late husband's.
Ooh, I appreciate that, honey,
but what did your late husband do?
He wrote books
about the movies.
- Oh. Was he gay?
- Ostensibly he was Americana--
a terelyne-hosed chick-baller from East
57th Street, but underneath it all--
He was gay.
Sit down, honey.
You sound like a good agent.
You see, Miss Van Allen,
Uncle Buck and I deal in myths.
gods and goddesses.
When one fades,
another promptly takes its place...
because the human race requires
that the pantheon always be filled.
And you and I must seek out
the glittering few...
that are the new stars
of our race reborn!
That is the damnedest thing
lever heard... about this business.
You have all the kinky angles that
are in right now. What about studs?
Heaven.
I mean, have you any
that I don't know about?
Uh, only one that's really
A material.
I know you'd like him.
He's our pride and joy.
He's the last stronghold of masculinity
in this Disneyland of perversion.
He looks like he's got quite a lot
going for him. What's his name?
- Rusty Godowsky. - I ain't sure these kids
should try to walk before they can run.
- Anyway, Rusty's been busked.
- [Leticia ] Arrested for what?
Violation of parole.
Perhaps you could help.
I'll look into it.
I have a judge by the--
Oh, Leticia...
they don't call you Queen of
the Casting Couch for nothing.
From what I understand, they're
voting me a special Academy Award.
- An Oscar?
- No.
A golden phallus.
And let me tell you, someday we'll
have our own stable of studs.
A steady stream
of sturdy studs.
A boy bank,
Sort of a lay-a-day plan.
- God bless America!
- God help America.
A lay a clay.
Mmm.
That reminds me.
I simply must go.
Identical twins.
I'm the only one
that knows the difference.
Yeah. Get me
judge Frederic D. Cannon.
Keep ringing
the judge's chambers.
He sleeps there
between sessions.
Never mind howl know.
No nation can long endure
the onslaught of godless Communism...
which permeates the very warp
and woof of Southern California.
Eternal alertness to what your neighbor
is up to is the price of freedom.
Miss Breckinridge,
keep your eye on him at all times.
And remember...
the Commies will use every
infernal device known to man...
to worm their way into
our churches and supermarkets...
which is why...
only the National Rifle Association
stands between a free America...
and a Communist takeover.
With this in mind, we may yet curb
the lawlessness and degenerate values...
as expressed by the Kremlin...
and upheld...
by the Supreme Court
of the United States.
Well, thank you, sir.
Come along, Rusty.
- Say, Ollie?
- What?
What time is it?
- It's nearly half past.
- Thank you, Ollie.
Ladies and gentlemen...
we take great pleasure
in presenting to you...
the world-famous
recording star...
Miss Leticia Van Allen...
- and the Van Allen Dancers.
Hell, jail wouldn't be so bad
if it wasn't for all those faggots.
There's always
That shouldn't bother you, Rusty.
Well, the whole idea
makes me wanna puke.
A man should act like a man.
Know what l mean?
Look out, baby!
- How should a man act?
He should ball chicks.
That's how.
- But only if he loves her.
- [ Woman ] Cigars...
- cigarettes, chewing gum...
Bananas.
What is normal?
Well, it's what everyone does.
I mean, it's what the majority
of society does most.
Yeah.
should ball chicks.
- Ah-ha-ha.
- Hi.
How's it goin', girls?
just great, sweetie.
Playing, uh, canasta?
- That's right, sweetie.
Hey. Great, great, great.
Uh, how's your
poker game going, sweetie?
Ah, great, great.
Great.
- Just great.
Yes.
- Bang! Bang!
- Oh!
Ooh,you got him, Kid Barlow.
You got him.
Kid Barlow was the fastest gun
at Republic Pictures.
- Them was the days.
Yeah. Well...
every time I look at
them old flicks of mine...
in the morning on TV...
I get a lump right here
in my throat.
Oh, we was Saturday afternoon
for the whole world.
Till our kind of pictures...
just rode off in the sunset.
And what's taken our place?
I'll tell you what.
Perversion.
That's what's taken our place.
Communist perverts
turning out filth.
I guess I'll have to pass.
- One no-trump.
Three hearts.
- Three hearts?
Three no-trump.
Three no-trump?
I know I'll have to pass now.
- No bid.
- Well, how was the beef teriyaki?
Awful.
Worse than the chow mein.
What's that?
Swedish massage.
What do you do with it?
I beat you with it.
- Does it hurt?
You bet your ass.
Somethings wrong
here someplace.
Good evening, Rusty.
Good evening, Rusty.
Um, gee, it's,
uh, really nice...
to represent Mary Ann, isn't it?
Yes, very nice.
About your back...
chiropractor...
and she's going to arrange
a special brace.
But she couldn't be here tonight. So she asked
me to take an exact tracing of your spine...
so that she'll know
what to do.
So if you'll just
slip off your shirt...
we'll get right to work.
Step on the scale...
and we'll measure you.
Take off those atrocious cowboy boots.
- They'll break the scale.
- Oh, no, they won't.
Do exactly as I tell you.
You don't want me to have to tell
the judge that you've been...
uncooperative, do you?
No, no.
Guess I'm full of holes.
Oh, well, that's all right.
Now we'll need your weight.
Um, which is...
And your height...
which is...
six-one and a quarter.
Well, the chart's
filling up nicely.
You can get down.
Now, we'll need
a urine specimen.
Step behind the screen.
- But, uh--
- But?
Well, what's the matter?
I don't know. I guess I'm,
uh, what they call pee shy.
Well, don't be,.
just relax,.
- We have plenty of time.
Ah. Bravo.
Now, then.
Rusty...
Godowsky.
- Would you come here and loosen your belt?
Perhaps we better
wait for the doctor.
- Do as you're told, Rusty.
- What do you want me to do?
Well, it's very simple. I don't know
what you're so frightened of.
All I want you to do is loosen
your belt and say, Ah. "
- Now, then, take a deep breath.
- Turn your head to the side and cough.
Hmm. Bend over
the table, please.
There's more where that came from.
Bend over the table.
- I want to take your temperature.
- But not there.
Certainly there.
I don't know, Rusty. You've been
showing a very suspicious reluctance.
I think you have a disease
you've been hiding from me.
Why, no, Miss Myra.
Then face down
on the table.
- Hands up here.
All right. Now, this is just
so you won't move...
while I do the tracing.
There we go.
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