A Star Is Born Page #2

I want a moment of peace.

Son of a b*tch!

You ain't going dry while I'm around.

I'm Marty, this is Sheila.

She's a big fan of yours.

I saw you on TV,

I thought you were lousy...

but Sheila, she really liked you.

Didn't you, Sheila?

I thought he was okay.

- Let's listen to the song, man, it's great.

- That's sh*t.

John Norman, why don't you

go up there and sing us a song.

I can't, they're working.

Don't tell me about work, superstar.

I work for a living!

- Shut up and let the lady sing.

- Shut up your goddamn self.

She only bought every album

you ever made.

She paid for those clothes.

Now get up there and sing her a song!

Not tonight, Sheila.

Just what the hell

is that supposed to mean?

It means this drink ain't worth it, friend.

What the hell is going on?

That's a hell of a way to act.

- Okay. Everybody's out!

- He didn't sing for me.

Everybody out.

Pay your checks at the door.

We have to close for the night.

Esther, don't forget your sweater.

See you, guys.

- Through the back.

- Sing for me.

- Wait up.

- He'll sing for you in the car.

- Hey, Mo!

- Look you better get out of here fast!

- I ain't going without you.

- What?

I don't even know you.

I know you, but I don't know you.

Talk to me then.

Let's get inside. It's raining.

- I have to go home. Don't be silly.

- We'll drive you.

- Get in the car. We're getting wet.

- Wait a minute here.

Come on, go on, get out of here.

Just once,

I'd like to go someplace without a hassle.

- You're not responsible, right?

- I wish I was invisible.

You can really be invisible in this thing.

Want your bottle back?

- Oh, God, here they come.

- Hit it, Mo, here comes the posse.

Stop driving around here, you shithead.

- Come on back, honey.

- I'll beat you, man.

- Can we go to the car now?

- F***ing star!

What am I doing in here? You're crazy.

You want everything, right?

You're a hell of a singer.

How could you tell?

You were talking through my whole song.

- Not me, that other guy wouldn't shut up.

- So you had to hit him, right?

What was I supposed to do?

Sit there and let him pop me.

All you did was make him a hero.

You gave him a story for the next

couple of years. Are you drunk?

Jesus, you talk a lot.

- I always talk a lot when I'm nervous.

- Where are we heading?

Back to the motel.

No, 211 Orchid Street, please.

It's in Hollywood.

Aren't you embarrassed

driving around in a thing like this?

Isn't this the kind of car

they use for funerals?

- You change the subject a lot.

- What was the subject?

God, you've got incredible eyes.

Do you fish?

Do I what?

- I was trying to tell you how you sing.

- Like a fish?

There's a rush.

There's a little ball of fire inside you

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