people...
...and plastic surgeons
could stay in business.
And we can all go fucking pray
to the asshole God up there...
...that fucked it up
in the first place!
Does all this make you
realize anything about yourself?
- What?
- How does it affect you?
How does it affect me?
I'm here,
and I'm in this fucking school.
And I'm fucking everybody back
for Freddie!
Take it easy, Ralph.
You want them laughing
with you, not at you.
I don't want them laughing.
Leroy?
Ma'am?
What are you wearing, Leroy?
- A hat.
- On your feet, Leroy.
Oh, those. You like them? They get me
to class quicker, get more learning in.
- What about your book report?
- I done it.
- You did it.
- 1000 words. I counted them too.
- The Best of Playboy isn't a book report.
- It's reading, ain't it?
So is 1984, Huckleberry Finn,
Great Expectations. You heard of those?
I seen a couple of the movies.
If you don't read,
you're missing so much.
- I don't like reading. It's not my style.
- Then try Othello. He's black.
- 1000 words in two weeks.
- Or what?
Or you'll skate right out of
this school, Mr. Johnson.
Come in.
Miss Berg, you wanted to see me?
- Come and sit down, Lisa.
You're not working hard enough, Lisa.
Well, I've been sick.
Dancers don't get sick.
Well, my doctor told me...
...to take it easy
for a week or two until I feel okay.
- So now it's the doctor's fault?
- Don't you believe me?
I believe you, Lisa.
But I don't have room
for you in this class anymore.
But I brought a doctor's note.
There are too many other girls
who take dance seriously...
...to waste time and space
on someone who isn't dedicated.
- But I am dedicated.
- I'm sorry, Lisa. I don't see it.
I got into this school, didn't I?
We made a mistake.
Sometimes it just doesn't work out.
- You'll get over it.
- I'll work harder.
- Maybe.
- I promise I'll be better.
Better isn't good enough.
I don't think you'll ever
be good enough. You don't have it.
That's a hard thing to hear, and it's not
pleasant to say, but it's the truth.
I'm saving you a lot of time and pain
by saying it now.
I don't wanna be the best.
- Well, you won't be.
- I just wanna dance.
- Well, you'll never be a Mikhail, Lisa.
- I can't fail, Miss Berg.
- I only ever wanted to be a dancer.
- You'll get over it.
- What do I tell my mother?
- Have her call me and I'll explain.
Shit.
I'm singin'in the rain
Just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
- And I'm ready for love
- For love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
/ walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin' and dancin'
In the rain
I'm sing in' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
I'm ready for love
Fuck it. If I can't dance,
I'll change to the drama department.
I tell you,
you're a fucking good actress.
I heard the bitch came down
on her real hard.
- So? Life comes down hard.
- She just took a real bad dump, kid.
Better she realizes it now
than OD in some motel room at 30.
You might show
a little more sympathy, dear.
- I'm not "dear. "
- Evidemment.
You're not tres sensitive either.
I'm a professional.
A few unkind words aren't
going to bother me none.
- I know it won't all be standing ovations.
- Certainly not for you, my dear.
Look, I'm not "my dear. "
You can fuck "my dear. "
Well, thank you. That might be fun.
And that might be impossible.
He's not into vanilla.
Might be a nice change
from black cherry.
The darker the berry,
the sweeter the juice, honey.
Yes, but who wants diabetes?
I mean, you don't understand.
Listen to me, man.
Diction. Watch your diction, Ralph.
You're slurring your words.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Marlon Brando slurred his words.
Montgomery Clift and
James Dean slurred their words.
They