s true.
And then there is sex.
Oh, yeah.
Kids are into sex earlier in South Bronx.
Like about 6 a. m.
- You were wonderful.
- No.
- Really.
- I was good. I felt more than good.
- The guy wants me back.
- You're kidding!
He wants to book me regularly.
- Great!
- That's not great...
...it's fantastic! It's like electricity.
You're out there. Those faces are
out there, staring at you...
...and you draw them in, then
you hit them with the juice.
And bam! They fucking explode!
And that power goes back and forth.
Next thing you know,
you're making them laugh.
That is the meanest high there is.
That beats dope. That beats sex.
I love fucking acting!
With my money, we can get
a place. We can get married maybe.
I'll have $20,000 a week, a hit
TV series, my face on TV Guide!
- Wait!
- What?
- What about me? Don't I get a career?
- A career? I'll give you a career.
How about Shakespeare in the Park
and you get to win 17 Tony awards?
- All right. Bye.
- All right. Okay. Bye.
Don't mug anybody.
- Don't rape anybody.
- I'll rape you.
Don't rape anybody, okay?
I'll see you later. Take care.
You see...
...I've been offered this place
with the San Francisco Ballet.
I haven't told anyone yet,
but I'm gonna take it.
I don't care what they think.
I'm a good dancer. Better than good.
Maybe even the best in the school.
That's not conceit.
It's just simple honesty.
If I stay in New York, everybody will
think I bought my way into ABT.
I'm not starving myself to death
for Balanchine's City Ballet.
Not that I mind doing
the corps de ballet bullshit.
I'd sooner do it out of town.
I'll pay my dues on the West Coast.
Come back to New York as a star.
You see...
...I've always had this crazy dream...
...of dancing all the classical
roles before I'm 21.
I want Giselles and Coppйlias
coming out of my feet.
And Sleeping Beauties...
...and the Swan.
I want bravos in Stuttgart
and Leningrad...
...and Paris.
Maybe even a ballet
created especially for me.
You see...
...there's no room for a baby.
Will this be Master Charge
or American Express, honey?
Excuse me.
You're an actress, aren't you?
I might be.
A Chorus Line,
right?
Aren't you the one that does that
hot, smoky number in the red dress?
I'm right, ain't I? I knew it.
Boy, let me tell you, you are
the best thing in that show.
I guess you get tired of hearing that.
Excuse me.
No, I don't.
You don't belong there.
If you don't mind my
saying so, you're a star.
You need a show all to yourself.
- You've got a lovely face, a great figure.
- I sing too.
- No.
- And play the piano.
That's what I mean. But it's
more than just talent...
...it's a certain quality.
You're the kind of girl that
stands out in a room.
This might sound a little
presumptuous of me...
I should probably
just call your agent.
- I don't really relate to agents.
- Don't blame you at all.
Listen, my name is Franзois.
Francois Lafete.
Coco.
Coco? Coco? That's terrific!
Listen, Coco, I'm doing this picture
down in the south of France, you know?
I was wondering if...
...maybe you'd like to do
a screen test for me.
Are you serious?
Bunsky.
Hey, Bunsky.
You seen Sherwood?
She's with her husband.
- I didn't know she had a husband.
- He's sick, Leroy.
He'd have to be to be her husband.
He's quite bad.
In the hospital, anyway.
- Hospital?
- Apparently.
Okay, Schlepstein.
Leroy. What are you doing here?
You ever heard of Alvin Ailey?
Alvin Ailey?
He's a...
He's a choreographer?
He wants me to join his company.
I'm sorry, Leroy, but I don't think
this is the time- -
I can't if you flunk me out.
I have to pass.
You should've thought of it
four years ago.
Where I come from
it don't pay to read and speak white.
Don't lecture me, Leroy.
Maybe I didn't say it right, but you
been down hard on me since day one.
Whatever you say,
Leroy. Go home.
I stopped going home!
You never knew that, did you?
You make a big