The Turning Point Page #2

I don't want 'em to ever leave.

I wanna go with 'em. I miss 'em. I want...

Oh, what the hell. Your eyes.

Your ass.

Emma? Anybody seen Emma?

With all that experience

you're really a professional.

Would you like to take class

with the company in the morning?

Emilia, it's pointless to be shy.

You must know what you want

and say it.

- I know some things I want.

- Such as?

To take class with the company.

Had I understood 38 years ago

what I was getting myself into,

I'd never have started

this bloody ballet company.

I had just one thought.

"We need a first-class American company."

- But you've got a lot of foreigners in yours.

- Dance is international.

My company's almost gone under five times.

But here we are,

the best ballet company in the world.

Well, in this country, anyway.

- Is that the way you were brought up?

- Yes.

Your mother.

Well, I want her and your father

to introduce me to some rich oil folk.

They have a ballet school, dearie,

and that always means

a half a dozen rather lumpy little girls

with very rich daddies.

Now, I won't interfere

with their business, Janina.

I know how to handle the rich.

You give them hope, they give you money.

Don't put that ham away.

Save the commercial, Adelaide.

Janina hasn't got a penny.

- She should open a restaurant.

- Thank you.

It's a choreographer's prerogative

to keep his ideas to himself.

But, Arnold, must you be so secretive? Tell

us a little something about your new ballet.

There won't be a swan onstage.

- That's a little something.

- But not enough to guarantee you'll do it?

- Don't run, Adelaide.

- I told you Michael and I will do our best.

And I never run.

Deedee?

How do you get anywhere with her?

By realizing she knows

exactly what she's doing.

Oh, by the way, we'd like to have

a new ballet for Emma this season.

Oh, you don't have to use her, Arnold.

It's just a thought.

- Oh, were you pleased with Emma tonight?

- Yes, very.

I made Emma, Janina.

No, she didn't. Michael made Emma.

But you helped, Adelaide.

Booze brings out the nit-pickers.

I could have helped make you.

- Really, Mom?

- Were you as good as Emma, Mom?

- I was different.

- Very. From the day you both joined us.

Different how?

Your mother preferred to get married.

- Well, good night, all.

- I'll walk you to the car.

- Good night.

- Coming. Good night.

God, dancers have ugly feet. Ugh.

If I were a man, I could have had all the feet...

I mean children... I wanted, and still danced.

How many children?

Three. Like yours.

And a husband like Wayne.

Yes.

You're a very lucky girl.

Wanna change places?

No, I can't see you

teaching a pack of klutzy kids.

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