Valley of the Dolls Page #2

You, go back and tell that son of a b*tch

to get off his butt and earn his oats.

- But you haven't signed the contracts.

- And I don't intend to.

Not until Bellamy ties a can

to that little broad's tail.

Mr. Bellamy.

I've thought it over

and I don't think I...

- Oh.

...want this job.

Excuse me. You must be Mr. Burke,

the one with the water cooler.

- I mean...

- And you must be Miss Welles.

Mr. Bellamy told me all about you.

Tell me, why are you

dismissing us so soon?

- Because I think show business is cruel.

- You're quite right. Have a seat.

- People do despicable things.

- Yes, they certainly do.

Like firing a girl because a crude person

like Miss Lawson resents her ability.

Please, have a seat.

Miss Welles, a raw recruit always dives

for cover at the first burst of enemy fire.

But don't let that happen to you.

Don't you throw in the towel just yet.

This is a rather cruel business. But it's

also a great and rewarding business.

For every Helen Lawson, there's always

a Helen Hayes or a Mary Martin.

Now you think about that.

- Well, may I have the contracts?

- Yes.

- They are signed?

- Oh... Well, one is.

Yes, yes. One is.

And legibly too.

I almost forgot. She gave me

a message for Mr. Bellamy.

- Yes?

- She said...

- Well, she said, "Tell that son of a..."

- Gun?

- Gun. "Tell him to get off his..."

- Yes, I think I know that message.

I'll see to it that Mr. Bellamy gets it.

Thank you very much, Miss Welles.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Miss Welles, you forgot your purse.

Thank you.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

I'm afraid I haven't made

a good impression.

On the contrary,

you've made an indelible one.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

"Barely Pink."

Hey, look at Jennifer.

Hey, Jennifer?

Six hundred bucks for a headdress

and not a soul will see it.

- I feel a little top-heavy.

- Honey, you are a little top-heavy.

All right, that's fine, dear.

Thank you.

Hold it. Hold it!

Cut the song?

- The show is a little long.

- Wait a minute!

That's the best piece of music

in the show.

- Take out one of Miss Lawson's songs.

- Miss Lawson is the star.

- The public pays to see her.

- But I'll have nothing but a few lines left.

- I'm sorry, Neely. We have no alternative.

Don't listen to him.

He's protecting Old Ironsides.

This was her idea.

She can't stand the competition.

- Let's skip the personalities.

- You've got a run-of-the-play contract.

They'll pay me $200 a week

to sit in my dressing room?

They've got to, Miss O'Hara.

If that's the way you want it.

Personally, I'd walk away with dignity.

There'll always be another show

and a better part...

...providing you have talent.

Talent? You know damn well

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