- I don't know why I'm here.
MONTGOMERY: You want be an actress.
Yeah, but actors and actresses
are colorful, flamboyant beings.
I'm about as flamboyant as a bagel.
Hi.
MONTGOMERY: Hi.
- Hi.
- Some people like bagels.
- Some people don't.
- Some people are too old for you.
- He smiles at me.
- He smiles at everyone.
- Yeah, but he winks too.
- I think it's a nervous habit.
- He talks to me, often.
- Really? What's he say?
- Hi.
That's serious. Have you set the date?
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- I feel stupid.
So get into it.
Study it. Try to remember it
so you can-
Hey, M and M.
Seen your shrink lately?
- Yesterday.
- You got a special delivery?
How you doing? How are you?
Oh, good. That's very good.
You're a good man.
They're not for me.
They're for a friend of mine.
Who's the lucky fella, huh?
Looks like somebody finally
corked up old Finsecker.
It can't be Gloria over here.
He's not into chicks.
Hmm? Hmm? You're- Oh, oh, oh.
Shut my mouth.
Bye.
I hate Ralph Garci, I really do.
I must remember this feeling
and use it in my acting.
[CHATTERING]
BOY:
I'm scared.
I'm scared I won't be able to live up
to their expectations of me.
- You must take-
- Flashing images of passion-
[MUMBLES]
- And hurl you to the ground
and make mad, passionate love.
LEROY: I forgot it!
SHERWOOD: For two weeks?
- I told you, I done it and I forgot it.
- My hearing's fine.
It's your homework that's missing.
And these pages are unintelligible.
It's a secret language.
It ain't meant for whiteys.
- This isn't a joke.
- I got lots of jokes.
- This is garbage!
- My pen broke.
- It's in pencil.
- That broke too.
You can't learn to read,
you can't learn to dance.
You're flunking out.
I can read.
Terrific! Go ahead, surprise us.
Give him your book.
Pay attention.
Mr. Johnson is gonna read.
- I said I can read!
- Then read.
- No.
- Read!
- No!
- Read!
No, you fucking bitch!
What the fuck you want me to do,
asking me to read all the fucking time?
I hate your guts. You read,
you fucking bitch!
[CHOIR SINGS]
MARTELLl:
It's not natural.
Get off my case, huh, Papa?
When I was your age, Bruno,
I had a lot of girlfriends.
- I had a different girlfriend every day.
- I got music.
[HONKING]
Same to you, pal! Go ahead.
Go ahead! Oh, sure, you got music,
okay. But for what? For yourself.
For your headset.
I mean, do I hear it anymore?
Does your mama hear it?
Do your friends hear it?
Bruno, do you have friends? Huh?
- I don't have time. I told you.
- You told me. You told me.
It's not natural. When I was your age,
I'm telling you-
You're not my age. Nobody's my age.
I'm ahead of my time.
Maybe I don't think
people will like my stuff.
How do you know what people will like?
How do they know if they don't hear it?
Bruno, how do they recognize your talent
and give you scholarships...
...and record contracts, son,
and awards?
Maybe I die undiscovered,
and my ghost gets the Grammy.
Maybe! Look, did I build you a studio
in the basement for a ghost?
Did I spent $7000 on equipment
for a ghost?
Does your mama cook and clean and
wear old clothes for a ghost? A ghost?
Elton John's mom has got
six mink coats.
[SIREN WAILS]
[THUNDERING]
[TRAIN RATTLES]
[MAN YELLING]
"Wei- Wei- Welcome to...
...the wo- Won-
Wonderful...
...world of...
...Ma- Maytag...
...wash- Wash- Washing...
...mach- Ma-
Machines."
Hmm. Hmm.
BRUNO:
Talk about Shorofsky.
Mr. Shorofsky does not understand any
music past Mozart when he was 2.
They're all the same.
What do you expect?
Graduating from P.A. is no Academy
Award. You know what I mean.
It is better than real school. It's free,
and you don't get raped in the hallways.
But it's still small change.
I'm just killing time here,
waiting for my opportunity.
It might be a movie
or a Broadway musical.
But it's coming. I keep my eyes open.
I read Back Stage, Show Business
and Variety.
You see, I do the whole thing.