Bugsy Malone Page #2
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- Year:
- 1976
- 93 min
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Can I give you a lift?
- You got a car?
- No.
How you gonna give me
a lift? Stand me on a box?
- Forget it. I don't share fares.
I'm a lady.
Furthermore, I'm broke.
- Who said share fares?
- No?
No. I wouldn't dream of it.
- You wouldn't?
- I thought you'd pay.
Swell.
Let's walk.
It's a nice night.
You shouldn't walk at
night. It's dangerous.
We'll be okay. We
got your baseball bat.
Quit the "we" bit.
You mean, I'll be okay.
- Which way you going?
- Which way you going?
- This way.
- Then I'm going this way.
Let me take that.
No, it's all right.
Look, beat it, will you?
- What have you got in here?
- Just a few books.
Few books? You
should start a library.
You should shut your mouth.
- Have you eaten?
- Ever since I was a kid.
- How come you're so skinny?
I do that when I'm broke,
No.
- Why not?
- I'm not hungry.
- Not hungry?
- No.
I'm starving.
That's more like it.
- Goodnight, Fizzy.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Fizzy.
- Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Take it easy.
Don't do that, Knuckles.
It's how I got my name.
Knock it off or
change your name.
Tallulah, how long
we got to wait?
Coming. You don't want me
looking a mess, do you?
Snap it up, will you?
Put your flaps down,
or you'll take off.
You spend more time
prettying yourself than anyone.
If I didn't look this good,
you wouldn't look at me.
I'll see you in the car.
What about my audition?
Tomorrow, Fizzy. I'm tired.
Lots of important business.
I have to go home.
I promise you, tomorrow.
Goodbye. Goodnight.
- You coming, Velma?
- Sure.
- Goodnight, Fizzy.
- Goodnight, Miss Tallulah.
Oh, my purse.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes.
What kind of a fool
do they take me for?
Tomorrow.
a trap set in the slums,
but I know the score.
I won't take no for an answer...
I was born to be a dancer...
tomorrow...
tomorrow, as they say...
another working day...
and another chore.
Tomorrow...
an awful...
place to be.
I gave up yesterday,
but they still want more.
They'll compare me...
to Fred Astaire...
when I'm done.
Yeah.
Anyone who feels the rhythm
moving through him...
knows it's gonna do him good
when you feel it, show it,
let the people know it...
let your laughter loose till your scream
becomes a a love shout...
tomorrow...
tomorrow's far away...
tomorrow, as they say...
is reserved for dreams.
Tomorrow...
tomorrow's looking grey...
a playground always locked
trains no winning teams.
Won't take no for an answer...
I was born to be a dancer...
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