Inside Daisy Clover Page #2

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There ought to be a law against it.

Wish me luck.

I'm gonna make a noise in the world.

Send me a postcard. If you get there.

Follow me.

What's your name?

Daisy Clover.

- What do you want to see me about?

- I thought you wanted to see me.

You sent me a telegram and a limousine.

I sent you a record with my voice on it.

Who taught you to sing?

No one.

Will you take your hand away

from your face?

All right, tell me why you sing.

- Why shouldn't I?

- Well, don't you know it's bad for you?

Huh?

Oh, yes, singers breathe out more air

than they breathe in.

Especially when they sing loud like you.

They get too much carbon dioxide.

It makes them jittery,

they start seeing things.

I can't see anything.

I didn't ask you that.

I asked you why you sing.

My mother says

this world's a garbage dump.

And we're just the flies it attracts.

Maybe she's right.

But when I sing,

the smell doesn't seem so bad.

I don't like your hair.

I think she looks charming.

Wonderful eyes.

Ray, won't you turn off

that horrible light?

This is my wife, Miss...?

- Clover.

My name is Melora.

Did you come here all by yourself?

I call that very brave.

Well, my mother's a little bit

under the weather today.

Tell me about the rest of your family.

My father took a powder.

So did my sister, Gloria.

She went off

and married some guy in real estate.

Stand up for Mrs. Swan, please.

Smile.

Thank you, dear.

I presume you can spare us

a little of your time today?

Everyone tells me to know my place

But that ain't the way I play

Why am I daring to show my face?

Because I've got something to say

Move over sun

And give me some sky

I've got me some wings

I'm eager to try

I may be unknown

But wait till I've flown

You're gonna hear from me

Make me some room

You people up there

On top of the world

I'll meet you, I swear

I'm staking my claim

Remember my name

You're gonna hear from me

Fortune smile

On the road before me

I'm fortune's child

Listen, world, you can't ignore me

I've got a song

That longs to be played

Raise up my flag, begin my parade

Then watch the world over

Start coming up, Clover

That's how it's gonna be

You'll see

You're gonna hear from me

All right, cut.

A little more.

Now did that seem

to block it down pretty well?

Right, quite hot.

We were trying to get that

hot spot right behind the girl's head.

You hit the same spot.

Yeah.

I can't.

Good enough.

You're in a dreadful mood.

I told you,

never accept rides from strangers.

All right, it's your birthday.

Last week, you wanted a birthday.

You live in a world of your own.

That's your trouble.

Don't go yet. Don't go away.

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