Road to Fame Page #4
- Year:
- 1999
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Get her a dress. And you, out.
Lulu, please see to it
that this doesn't happen again.
could ever be Enamorada?
The last thing we need
is to be labelled racist.
And anyone can be a star.
It'll boost our ratings.
Spotlights! People, hop to it!
Hello, Mexico!
Welcome to our TV special to select
the new star of the Mexican screen.
Please welcome our contestants!
- One lucky girl will be...
- Mara Enamorada.
A big hand for our expert judges.
and the eminent Manolo Verdejo.
And now, let's meet our shooting stars.
From Chihuahua, Chihuahua... Sandra!
Step up, beautiful.
I never thought I'd stoop so low.
I never sought... Sawed...
Thought I'd soup so slow.
I never thought I'd stoop so low.
Often one must stoop quite low
to make dreams come true.
I'm willing to stoop and then some
for my dreams.
Never did I... Think so slow.
I dream of you, my hero,
Ramiro.
That's all.
I never thought I'd stoop so low.
I got it, huh?
So you say, Yesi, baby,
no choice for you but stardom.
Who else has that luscious bod
that the Big G gave you?
You're a jewel to be polished with care.
You're stunning.
- You're...
- The pits.
I've witnessed the greats, and you...
You? What are you here for?
Gazing at you makes me want to...
Shoot you dead.
Bravo!
Time to take your bow, baby.
My name's Ximena. Remember it.
My name is unimportant,
because it'll soon be Enamorada.
Fierce competition.
Down to 20 starry-eyed dreamers.
She looked stunning.
We got the dress in Texas.
The verdict's in.
It is, indeed.
But first, I'd like to thank
all of you beauties for your huge effort,
one I'd call Herculean.
But life isn't easy. Some come, some go.
I remain.
You bet, doll baby!
The first girl is...
The first... What a thrill!
The first is Ximena.
Step forward.
My pretty,
you are major league material.
Exquisite beauty and charisma.
- She's banging the producer.
- Oh, they all are.
How prosaic!
Ximena.
You...
You are out!
Couldn't resist watching, huh?
I didn't come to watch.
- I came to give you a gift.
- What gift?
One thing I don't get. That Ximena girl.
The only one who's got what it takes.
Why toss her?
She thinks she's a diva.
But the only diva
is you.
Coming through!
And finally... This has gotta hurt...
Jazmin, sorry, sweetheart,
but kiss Enamorada goodbye.
And the other 10,
my beauties, are our happy finalists
for Mara Enamorada!
It's thrilling!
Your turn, Mexico, to vote for your favourite.
Call the number on screen!
- Dial and decide the next...
- Mara Enamorada!
They charge by the minute?
Bimbo! By the call.
Like that idol thingy show.
It's 20 pesos a call.
Dial! Dial! It's on me!
Out or not, I vote for Ximena.
Don't worry, girl.
Worry about who you're gonna get
Oh, dear. Take care of yourself.
Watch out they don't snow you
up there in the snow.
What?
I have to put out to get the part?
Alejandro. From Eva.
Here's the ending you stole
from that other soap. Remember?
I'm sure your boss
would be thrilled to know.
Might just lose your movie.
Is that tomorrow's script?
And this would be my Enamorada corset.
Sewed it myself.
Yesi!
I saw you on TV.
I got you the deluxe box set special
of the sitcom.
It's called a soap opera.
Legal or pirated?
Tacky.
Okay, get up.
- So, got a boyfriend?
- No, but I plan to.
- You loving his ass?
- Oh, no. No, not just... No, I'm not...
I mean, do you really like him?
Oh, Domingo is so...
One day in the rain he held his jacket
over my head and walked me home.
I sort of felt like saying,
"You smell so nice, Domingo."
But he just stood there staring at me.
I couldn't say a word.
I just ran away and felt all tingly.
Don't go thinking that I...
Let's just go to bed. To sleep.
Why don't you just sleep in Osiris' bed?
It's Friday night. He stays out till dawn.
Is Gladys there?
Can you tell her Catalina called?
Thanks.
Sorry, did I scare you?
What? I'm gonna have to put out
to get the part?
Would you put out?
Look. Last year I crossed the border.
And got caught.
Before I was deported,
two immigration bastards raped me.
So you think I'd care?
Did you turn them in?
You're really clueless
about the world outside your soaps.
- You really care?
Listen. I've had a shitty day.
I'd love to have dinner
with someone interesting.
Okay, tell you what.
I'll wait for you there. Think it over.
Ten minutes. You decide no,
that's fine. No problem.
I haven't got a watch.
Looking for someone?
- No one.
- Let's go, then.
Glad you changed your mind, baby.
Hands off her, a**hole!
And now this limp-dick shows up.
You go, girl! Kick him!
Quit fighting. You're family!
Boy, did he deserve that!
With any luck you killed him.
- I wanna piece of that, too.
- Off her!
You slimeball. Get off me!
Wiskas, you creep!
Don't mess with my blood!
Grab your stuff.
Mommy! Osiris is kicking someone's ass!
- What's up?
- We had to make our getaway.
It was so late
we decided to come straight here.
- So scoot over.
- Why?
'Cause it's cold
and we can cuddle up and get warm.
- You got kicked out?
- Kicked in the butt.
Men! They're all horny slimeballs.
Bastards.
So you stole that scene, you sneak?
- No, she just wants to get even.
- Did you steal it or not?
- No, I did not steal that scene.
- Whatever.
- It's all under control.
- Keep your woman in line, schmuck.
I know, sir. Hello?
Hi.
- What are you doing here?
- What do you mean?
After last night, I stayed over, obviously.
Last night I sent you home
without touching you.
So you weren't in the mood.
Doesn't mean we can't get it on now.
Can't get it up? In the car you could.
This will not get you a ticket to the finals.
You are out. So if you don't mind...
You sure?
Think it over. You might regret it.
Look, kid.
Classier women than you, who I did screw,
have threatened me to get the part.
Unsuccessfully.
So take my advice. When you leave,
close the door behind you.
Daddy?
- It's Xime.
- You get back home now!
You're making a fool of me!
Daddy, they kicked me out.
- You?
- Yes, me.
And everyone saw it.
I look like a zombie. I won't win sh*t
with these bags under my eyes.
Let's see.
Go down to the cafeteria,
get two slices of cucumber and some ice.
How much you think they charge?
Really?
- Thanks!
- Hurry up!
And you hurry and put those on.
We gotta go.
How do these go?
Listen, Yesi, how do these things...
You've got a...
It's a hormonal imbalance.
Hormonal imbalance?
That's a weenie and you're a bastard.
Hold on!
- I was born a man, but not a bastard.
- That's why you kissed me.
That was a chick thing.
I mean, woman-to-wom...
You're mixing me up.
Damn, I never pee standing up.
But my pantyhose were such a pain.
My name is...
Carlos.
That's why your grandma called you...
And why Osiris kicked you in the...
- And Jonathan...
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