West Side Story Page #6

- And entrancing

Feel like running and dancing for joy

For I'm loved

by a pretty wonderful boy

CIlense, por favor, muchachas!

You want to sing,

do it with the needles

or you'll be singing

for your supper.

What can you expect?

We use Singer sewing machines.

Sure. You make the bad joke

at home where I can't hear it.

Go now, go home.

It's closing time. Shoo!

Buenas noches, Madam Lucia!

You pull down the shades,

pick up the pins,

turn off the lights

and lock the doors.

Buenas noches, Anita.

Buenas noches.

Ay, the jail is open!

I thought she'd never leave.

It's hard to believe that old bag

was once a young bag like us.

Let's go before she changes her mind

and comes back.

You go, querida. I will lock up.

- Why?

- I have work.

- Do it tomorrow.

- I am in no hurry.

I am. I'm going home now

and take a nice long bubble bath.

Black orchid.

Black orchid?

Mm. All over.

I got a date with Nardo after the rumble.

What rumble?

Oh. Well, er...

Nardo's Sharks

and those boys at the dance.

They fight each other tonight?

They don't play potsy.

Why must they always fight?

You saw how they dance,

like they gotta get rid of something.

That's how they fight.

To get rid of what?

Too much feeling.

And they do get rid of it.

Boy, after a fight,

that brother of yours is so healthy.

Definitely. Black orchid.

Buenas noches.

"You go, querida. I will lock up."

It's too early for noches.

Buenas tardes.

Gracias.

Buenas tardes.

He just came from the drugstore

to deliver aspirin.

- You'll need it.

- Not us.

We're fine. We're out of the world.

You're out of your heads.

We're 12 feet in the air.

Anita can see that.

You will not tell?

Tell what?

How can I know

what goes on 12 feet over my head?

You'd better be home in 15 minutes.

It's all right. She likes us.

But she is worried... and so am I.

- That's foolish.

- Are you going to the rumble?

- No!

- Yes.

Why?

- You must go and stop it.

- I have stopped it.

It'll only be a fist fight between two.

Any fight is no good for us!

Everything is good for us.

We've got magic.

Listen, and hear me.

You must go and stop it.

It means that much to you?

Yes.

All right, I will.

I believe you. You do have magic.

Of course.

I've got you.

Tonight, after I stop the rumble,

I'll come by for you.

I will wait for you on the roof.

No. Not the roof.

I'll come to your house.

You cannot. My mama...

Then, I'll take you to my house.

Your mama?

She'll come running

from the kitchen to welcome you.

She lives in the kitchen.

Dressed so elegant?

I told her you were coming.

She'll look at your face -

try not to smile.

She'll say, "Skinny... but pretty!"

She is plump, no doubt?

Fat.

I take after my mama. Delicate-boned.

Oh!

Ooh! Not in front of Mama!

Oh! I would like to see Papa in this.

Mama will make him

ask about your prospects.

Many.

- If you go to church?

- Oh, always.

Yes. Papa might like you.

May I have your daughter's hand?

He says yes.

Gracias.

- And your mama?

- I'm afraid to ask her.

Tell her she's not getting a daughter.

She's getting rid of a son.

She says yes.

She has good taste.

Here. Maid of honour.

Oh, that colour is bad for Anita.

- The best man.

- That is my papa!

Sorry, Papa.

Here we go, Riff. Womb to tomb.

Now, you see, Anita.

There was nothing to worry about.

Look. Mama's crying already.

I, Anton,

take thee, Maria...

I, Maria,

take thee, Anton...

For richer, for poorer...

In sickness and in health...

To love and to honour...

To hold and to keep...

From each sun to each moon...

From tomorrow to tomorrow...

From now to forever...

Till death do us part.

With this ring,

I thee wed.

With this ring,

I thee wed.

Make of our hands

One hand

Make of our hearts

One heart

Make of our vows

One last vow

Only death will part us now

Make of our lives

One life

Day after day

One life

Now it begins

Now we start

One hand

One heart

Even death won't part us now

The Jets are gonna

have their day tonight

The Jets are gonna

have their way tonight

The Puerto Ricans grumble,

"Fair fight"

But if they start a rumble

We'll rumble 'em right

We're gonna hand 'em

a surprise tonight

We're gonna cut 'em

down to size tonight

We said, "OK, no rumpus, no tricks"

But just in case they jump us

We're ready to mix tonight!

We're gonna rock it tonight

We're gonna jazz it up

and have us a ball

They're gonna get it tonight

The more they turn it on,

the harder they'll fall

- Well, they began it

- Well, they began it

And we're the ones to stop 'em

once and for all

Tonight!

Anita's gonna get her kicks tonight

We'll have our private little mix tonight

He'll walk in hot and tired,

poor dear

Don't matter if he's tired

As long as he's here

Tonight, tonight

Won't be just any night

Tonight there will be no morning star

Tonight, tonight

I'll see my love tonight

And for us

Stars will stop where they are

Today the minutes seem like hours

The hours go so slowly

And still the sky is light

Oh, moon, grow bright

And make this endless day

Endless night

The Jets are coming out on top tonight

We're gonna watch

Bernardo drop tonight

The Puerto Rican punk'll go down

And when he's hollered, "Uncle"

We'll tear up the town

- We'll be in back of you, boy

- Right

- You're gonna flatten him good

- Right

Tonight, there will be no morning star

Tonight...

We're gonna rock it tonight

We're gonna jazz it tonight

Late tonight

We're gonna mix it tonight

Today the minutes seem like hours

- The hours go so slowly

- They began it

We'll stop 'em once and for all

The Sharks are gonna have their way

The Jets are gonna have their day

We're gonna rock it tonight

Tonight

- Ready.

- Ready.

- Ready.

- Ready.

Now er... move in and shake hands.

For what?

Well...

that's the way it's done, buddy boy.

Ah. More gracious living?

Every one of you

hates every one of us.

We hate you right back.

Let's get at it.

Sure.

Come on, Ice. Come on.

Hold it!

Tony! Get with the gang.

It's all OK.

- No.

- Tony, what are you doing?

Maybe he has found the guts

to fight his own battles.

It don't take guts

if you've got a battle.

We ain't got one, none of us.

OK, Nardo?

Tony!

Hold it. Let's just cool it.

The deal is a fair fight

between you and Ice.

Get with the gang.

Mother hen protecting the baby.

I'll give you a battle, gallito!

- You've got one!

- I'll take pretty boy as a warm-up.

Afraid, pretty boy? Afraid, gutless?

Afraid, chicken?

- Cut it!

- No!

I don't want to, Bernardo.

- I'm sure!

- Now, listen to me!

There's nothing to fight about.

- The hell there ain't!

- You've got it wrong!

- Why can't you understand?

- What do you say, chicken?

Kill him, Tony.

- Come on, man.

- Afraid to fight?

- Come on!

- Let me see you fight!

Hey! He is chicken.

- Hey, pretty boy.

- Bernardo, listen.

Don't! Stop.

We've got nothing to fight about.

- Bernardo!

- You yellow-bellied chicken!

- Don't push me!

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