The Last of the Blonde Bombshells Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2000
- 83 min
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But those were the days.
Best days.
I'll bet you a dollar
If I admit that, it's like admitting
I've wasted most of my life.
Well, go ahead, admit it.
I've wasted mine
and enjoyed every minute of it.
Well, I can't tell a lie.
I was showing off to my granddaughter
about being on the wireless.
That was your fault
for being beautiful and talented.
Yes, I remember.
Excuse me.
- You do play awfully well.
- Thank you.
Is this bastard bothering you?
I'm from BBC.
Beg your pardon. I took you for a civilian.
Back to your place, sweetheart.
I wonder whether you and your orchestra
would be interested in broadcasting.
I have to say that girl plays beautifully.
- She's better than many a chap.
- And a lot prettier.
And it would be a joy and a delight
to do business with you.
Give me 30 seconds to wind them up
and set them going.
The next dance will be a quickstep.
Take it away, girls.
A one, a two, a one, two, three, four.
Come to the dressing room.
We'll compare our arrangements.
"Take it away, girls."
Nobody ever says that now.
Long time since we were girls.
I suppose technically speaking,
I never was.
You know, I've been thinking about it
more and more since the funeral.
We were heroic for a while.
Nobody told us.
When shall we two meet again,
Sunday lunch?
I'm taking my granddaughter
to the zoo on Sunday.
Are you still sexually active?
- What?
- I love zoos.
- You were the only man in the band?
- Yep.
One guy and all those chicks.
Do you mind?
I'm not and never have been a chick.
How did you get the job?
Well, they couldn't find a girl
to play the drums.
So a quiet word
with Betty the band leader...
...two pairs of nylon stockings,
and the job was mine.
Also, he was on the run.
Also, I was on the run.
Friends of yours.
I'll be in the pub.
Doesn't it strike you that what
you're doing is just a little bit humiliating?
Well, you try it.
Last week we had a request from a tourist
for the Japanese national anthem.
That's humiliating.
We played One Fine Day
from Madam Butterfly...
...and a joke about Pearl Harbor.
It implies that you're broke and
we're not taking care of you.
I'm not doing it for the money.
Paul keeps the money.
It's art.
For art's sake.
You do play very nicely.
Why don't you play as a hobby?
Whereabouts?
The old folks home after bingo?
What do we tell people?
Tell them the truth.
Tell 'em I've gone gaga
or to screw themselves.
- Mother, for god sake!
- For god sake what?
Shut up!
Believe me, we do understand.
We know how you feel.
You can't understand
because I don't understand, myself.
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