Fame Page #3

- Be yourself.

I'm God, see? And God

is Puerto Rican, you got that? Now.

God works in a casa de steam,

you know. It's a steam bath, right?

And he's talking to this angel. This angel

is a computer. An electronic computer.

I'm God, see? That's why I'm standing

on this chair, you got that? Good.

Does he wanna be a musician

or an airline pilot?

Mr. Martelli. We are ready when you are.

Would you care to begin?

Oh, okay. Sure.

Mr. Martelli.

Mr. Martelli.

Mr. Martelli!

Thank you. One instrument

at a time will be quite sufficient.

I could do it in 4/4

if you prefer a disco beat.

She's a disaster.

Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or, if thou wilt not,

be but sworn my love...

...and then I'll no longer be a Capu-

Capu- Capu-something.

Capulet.

- Like Cappelletti, the football player?

- Something like that.

- That's what I mean.

- Where's his application?

- He doesn't have one.

Well, get him one.

- What do you call that?

- Wicked.

Thou art thyself.

Thou art not a Montagoo-

Montagazz- Who knows?

This is the last day of auditions. We've

seen a lot of students. We're punchy.

- We're gonna take a break.

- Ah, yeah.

Go next door to Mrs. Shime.

Have her audition you.

Right next door.

- I tell her that you sent me?

Yeah.

- All right.

By the way...

...you were reading the girl's part.

- Sh*t.

You're not into high school.

I'm into dancing.

You're into ass, you mean. You don't

have to go to high school for that.

Who asked you to work my audition anyway?

- I was doing you a favor, remember?

- Some fat f***ing favor.

Take your things to the third floor.

Give your forms to the senior there.

Okay, you go downstairs, change

in the girls' room and wait for him.

I'm through?

I don't have to dance anymore?

Where you going, Leroy?

He's in and I'm out, right?

F*** you, Leroy! This was my audition,

remember? You're not into high school.

We were rehearsing to get me into this

school, not you, you f***er! It's not fair!

I didn't want to come here anyway.

This school sucks.

You've done me a favor, shithead.

You saved me four f***ing years

from this ass-licking school!

You looking at one happy lady!

Who wants to go to a f***ing school

to learn to dance, anyway?

Yeah, hello?

No, it isn't. This is Naomi Finsecker

speaking. Her mother. Who is this?

Replacement?

What do you mean, replacement?

So is she in or is she out?

Theresa!

I got in! I got in!

I got into Performing Arts!

Doris, we're in!

Get her out of there!

Hey, later on.

All right. All right!

See y'all later.

Hello.

Hey, mama, get in the car!

Baby!

Come on, baby, come on.

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