Stay Hungry Page #7

What's this guy Santo going in?

Tall.

Put me in the medium.

Smart choice. Next.

Hey, where's your boy?

You hiding him out or what?

He's cooling out

down on some island...

and you're gonna see him sooner

than you want to there, Zwick.

How about a picture?

You got a picture of the guy?

Hey, looks like

you been hitting...

them traps pretty

hard there, Stewart.

Not now, Laverne.

Hey, what the hell

kind of language is that?

It's a language he invented.

He's my little brother.

He's a genius.

We talk that way

to keep things private.

It gives me the creeps.

He gives me the creeps.

Besides, I like the way...

you're always cultivating

interesting new people.

I thought they were nice.

I really did.

And I can certainly understand

your attraction...

to that little country girl.

She was sweet.

You want some iced tea?

Craig, I'm so glad you came.

I knew you'd get over

all that silliness.

You look like

your old self again.

Can we go to Anniston

this weekend?

Tootie and Charles have some

English friends in town...

and Becky Farr's driving in

from Nashville.

Don't you understand?

She's not coming in.

Why? Just because

she split the blanket...

with that pretty boy Blake?

Now, you tell her

I'll take care of her.

You know how I feel

about Mary Tate.

Sure, I do.

Thor, there's a guy downstairs.

Says he wants to talk to you.

I'm busy!

He ain't here to take out

no membership.

This guy's a dude. Said he's got

a business proposition for you.

I'll be down in a minute.

How come Joe ain't back?

Tomorrow's the contest.

He'll be back.

I talked to him last night.

Run on over to the auditorium

and check out the lights.

I don't want nothing

to go wrong, do you hear me?

Do I look deaf?

- Newton?

- Yeah!

You see this here money?

Sit down,

right here in my chair.

Keep your hands on that shoebox

and your eye on that door...

and don't you move till

I get back. Do you understand?

When Joe wins

this prize money...

there's a big bonus

in it for you.

What can I do for you?

Mr. Erikson.

Jabo,

your license number 67163?

- 64.

- 64.

Say, this guy's here on business

from Cleveland, say.

Poor bastard missed

a connection in Atlanta...

been traveling all day long...

and he checks into this place

around 9:
00 at night.

He's tired. He don't feel good.

Know what I mean?

So what's he gonna do?

I'll tell you what.

He don't know how to get him

no ass in Birmingham...

so what's he gonna do?

He's gonna head for a parlor

every time. You know that.

Get him a little bit

of rub-a-dub-dub...

and who knows what-all?

Now, ain't I right?

You better believe it, boy.

Now see, we picked you out

Of over a hundred fellas...

to run this operation

'cause you got class.

Don't bother.

It's only gonna ring once.

All you gotta do

is sell your little business...

to our good buddy

Craig Blake...

and then we're gonna

set you up...

as the massage parlor king

of Alabama.

Craig Blake?

You boys gonna do business

with that little fleabite?

You going broke.

Now, listen.

I appreciate your offer...

but I gotta have some time

to think about it.

Here are the ladies.

- Hi.

- Hello, hello.

I thought you might like to meet

some of the ladies...

who might be working for you.

Audition them, you might say.

What's fun for two...

is more for four.

I know you're jiving.

Look, why don't you

hold on for a minute?

Maybe we oughta

show these girls...

some exercises

we do around here.

Let's kind

of work into this.

Girls...

Flower, Mae Ruth...

I want to tell you...

that there ain't no common

ordinary nigra.

There is Wamba.

Jungle bomb. Honeypot.

Come on, y'all.

Let's get naked!

Jabo said to treat

these boys right.

Now we'd better do it.

Yeah, but if we--

Now I don't mind learning about

lifting them weights and all...

but I sure as hell

gonna have my privacy.

And Flower, too.

That's right,'cause me

and Wamba want to be alone.

But you're

not gonna whip me...

with that thing,

are you, honey?

No. Who in the hell

is Wamba?

Ain't she something else, man?

Hey, and I want to know...

y'all are having a good time

in there now, by God.

Warm her up. Go on!

I might come in and try her out

myself a little later.

Go on!

You know, I was

telling Mae Ruth...

I never had

no nigra date before.

You want me to get naked?

Sure. Sure.

Get naked if you want to.

Don't take your pants off!

Keep your pants on.

Lay down on your stomach.

Face down. Face down.

Hey, what are you gonna do

with that thing?

Trust me.

Isn't this fun?

OK now, graymeat...

what you thought

you was gonna get...

you could get

from anybody crazy enough...

to fool with

your worthless behind.

There. But I'm giving you

something you can't find...

nowhere else.

Now where'd you get

these things from?

The mail order house?

Who's been taking care

of this skin of yours, child?

No color.

You know, I was an acrobat

when I was a little girl.

I got real good.

Mama finally took me into town

and gave me lessons.

So I'll tell you something.

It hasn't hurt me much

in my professional life.

There. Now see,

we can do this here all night...

right on up until

he pass out in there.

I'm gonna throw

300 pounds of iron...

through that door

if you don't open it up.

Hold it. I gotta get up.

She's good.

And you'd better keep

your mouth shut, you hear?

Not a word.

I'm coming through.

We've been going to town.

Wamba!

Where's that

electrical massager?

Down at the bottom.

I had to tie her up

as soon as she come in here.

I'm gonna hang this night up

on the wall and frame it!

By God.

Her friend taught me tricks

you wouldn't believe.

This nigra's

trying to kill me.

Old tricks. New tricks.

I'm coming through. Hike!

I'm running a little late.

I think I'll just grab a taxi.

I'll drive you over.

I'd like to see...

that pageant

or whatever it is.

I don't think

it would interest you.

Thanks for the trip.

That's all? Just thanks?

That's all I have.

The plane leaves again

tomorrow, lovey.

Come on, come on out here.

Now, cut that out now.

Now, I can't deny

that you're underpaid.

Here, gimme.

$20 for you,

and $20 for you.

Come on, let's get out

of here. Come on.

Bonus money.

Now, you girls are lucky.

I've seen Thor keep girls

up here three or four days...

before he even think about

passing out. Come on, girls.

Our next contestant

in the short class:

it's the great

Sardinian warrior--

Franco Orsini!

Hey, which way is backstage?

Backstage? This way.

All right, mediums, let's go!

Hey, we got any mediums in here?

Come on, line up.

Hey, any of you fellas

seen Joe Santo?

Hey, George, get out there.

I told you.

Come on. Come on.

Are you the stage manager?

Hey, Leroy,

I told you five minutes.

Do you know where

Joe Santo is?

He's not a medium!

Hey, you're number three.

Get out there.

I don't know. Number two.

Hey, a**hole.

How many poses we got to do--

seven or eight?

Eight poses.

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