Road to Fame Page #3

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Thank you, thank you.

It's not a sweet sixteen party.

To the left.

Number? To the left.

How many chicks on the video?

Got any more like that?

Press conference at 6:00.

I'll answer all questions.

You're all invited.

Give me a break.

What are you doing here, Wiskas?

A little bird told me you need a ride back.

- Hop in, baby.

- Now you're all sugar sweet.

Well, screw you.

- I told you to get in.

- Let me go, d*ckhead.

- Now, look!

- Get in, sugar.

I know you want it. Come on, baby...

You stinking Indian.

You go, girl! That'll teach you.

- Touch me again...

- F***ing b*tches!

Run, girl!

You ugly hoes!

Frigging skanks!

F***!

Hey! I'm talking to you.

- Let go of me.

- Let go of me, what?

Let go of me, please.

Stupid.

I was first, missy.

And I'll mess your face so bad

they'll have to hide it with make-up.

Make-up is what you need.

And lessons on how to use it.

- At your place?

- Where else?

You're not exactly on a package tour.

That's my beauty spa.

Chofi, how's business?

It's decided then. My place.

And after the way we kicked Wiskas' ass,

we're sort of sisters-in-arms.

Boy, was he pissed off.

I'll piss his balls off

if I catch the bastard again.

How do you piss off his... Thingies?

Couple of karate kicks. Three per ball.

They'll pop right out his ass.

For 100 each, this place isn't too grungy.

What'll you do if you win?

I'm gonna buy me a house.

I brought it along.

I fit inside.

Hi, I'm Jazmin. Kiss my ass.

- Suckers!

- You're wacky.

Yup. What if you win?

I'm crossing the border with my girlfriends.

- And then?

- And then...

- Know what I've never done?

- What?

Seen snow.

Last year it snowed in Jurez.

I was in Durango.

My mom said the only time she saw snow

she thought clouds

were falling from the sky.

And she cried.

Welcome to our pigsty. Mom!

Dear! That girl Carlos is here.

- They picked me, Mommy!

- What's that?

My friend, Frank. She's staying overnight.

How about a little enthusiasm? Joy?

Joy? There's no water for the beans.

They cut the water off. There's your joy.

Lose that skateboard, damn it!

Don't be rude, you little snot-nose.

- Up yours.

- Yesi!

I heard they picked you! Let's go to Enigma.

I can't. I need my beauty sleep.

Like we used to.

You don't need beauty sleep.

We can dance.

I can't, Jonathan.

My friend, Frank,

behind Grandma's panties. Say hi.

Hi, Frank. How come "no"?

Let's twirl and stuff...

What part of "that junky bus sucked

and no way we're going dancing"

didn't you understand?

You don't love me

'cause you're gonna be famous.

You're not hearing me.

That d*ckhead Wiskas stalked us.

You're not the same.

- You think you're from Miami?

- I am the same.

But that jerk Wiskas molested us.

Know what? I don't love you any more.

So there.

Happy now?

You're cruel.

- He was a fag, anyway.

- And you're such a macho. Mini-runt!

No idea where they got it, sir.

Yes, sir. Hello?

- The doorman's my fan.

- Why are you here?

I came to see you in your starring role.

The flat's not bad.

I'm not made of stone, guys.

But I'd like to emphasise

the movie's not to blame.

Mara Enamorada belongs to the fans.

- What about Eva?

- Eva is a great lady.

And a great actress. A real pro.

She'd never stoop to a trick so low.

How's the casting going?

You're such hot sh*t.

One point for me.

How was your casting? Find any like me?

There's nobody like you.

But I'll Pygmalion her, too.

Ah, the high-drama face slap.

- Life isn't a soap...

- I never saw this in a soap. You?

- Let go.

- Let what go? I don't feel anything there.

- You love touching it.

- You wish.

I hate you.

And I hate you.

Santiago.

There's Blubber!

Excess baggage is history.

Vital lightens your load.

I do love him, but...

He can be such a hick. And he's so touchy.

And now you. Why are you crying?

Your boyfriend's a hick, too?

I think I have to go back home.

You know what?

You're nobody if you're from Oaxaca.

And a Zapotec Indian.

And the only ride to Mexico City

is a four-mile hike away.

You're nobody.

Look, sweetie. I didn't always look like this.

If you have to become someone else

to do what you want,

be someone else.

You want to be someone else?

All right, then.

Tomorrow we'll figure it out.

Now I just need to turn Jonathan

into someone else.

Don't you think Jonathan is a little...

- What?

- Nothing.

Fruity.

Okay, twat, the honcho's home...

Who you with?

So now you do it with chicks?

Give me a break!

Honey, I'd switch beds for some real action.

Son of a b*tch! Respect my friend.

You respect my nuts! That hurt!

Mom!

- What's your problem?

- Mom!

But with a soccer star?

That's the clich of all clichs.

But it got to you, didn't it? Hey.

The casting's off, right?

I just can't call it off.

Let's just put you in another movie.

Get a more complex script.

With a more interesting character.

- Somewhat more mature.

- What do you mean, mature?

Eva, news flash. You dye your hair.

Fine. You do your little casting.

- I'll do my little war.

- I'll let your stunt slide for old times' sake.

This has only just begun.

Elevators tend to ruin dramatic exits.

Drop dead. You and your grey-haired balls!

Still two floors to go.

- You're gorgeous.

- You mean it?

That's some damn transformation.

Let's go to my place.

- You really want me?

- Really bad.

- Really, really bad?

- Baby, you're killing me.

Pity.

'Cause we blubbers

don't go to bed with pigs.

A**hole.

Sleep tight.

If you want a script, you have to...

- Trash.

- Fatso.

Hands off!

You lay your hands on me once more...

May I have one?

- Your name, please?

- Ximena Lizrraga.

Don't I look like Beyonc?

Hair down to the ass,

guaranteed working class.

They bleached Britney blonde, too.

How do you like it?

It's not me.

It's Mara Enamorada.

Just might be.

Actually not.

'Cause Enamorada's gonna be me.

No, me.

No.

Me.

Just think.

You go to the movies. The picture starts.

The opening credits appear.

And suddenly, there you are.

I can't imagine.

I've never been to the movies.

Look at her, Frank.

That could be you. Look!

I'm done?

What? What's wrong?

You didn't read the scenes

Alejandro added?

Where your character has an accident?

I'll kill the filthy bastard!

Don't, they'll throw you in jail.

I'll kill him! Dead!

Here, darling. Get well soon.

Your weapon of choice?

The only award you've ever won.

Alejandro! What happened?

My character had an accident.

Hey, didn't I ask for two spotlights?

What happened to them? Lulu, your job!

- You look fat.

- Told you so.

I have a vintage figure!

Let go of me, stupid.

I'll knock the sh*t out of you.

Ugh! She's not only sneaky,

she's foul-mouthed, too.

Get her out of here.

- Touch me and I'll bite you.

- Okay, what's all this?

She called her "Indian."

Kept her out because she's Indian.

Isn't that ugly, Seor Mateos?

Sir, that In...

She tried to sneak in without an armband.

Jessie, please enrol her as a contestant.

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