All That Jazz Page #5

How did you know the note was to you?

No. No, tha's not me, man. No.

Somebody else, maybe, but not me.

- What is this, Eddie?

- Not me. Talk to him.

Joey, l gotta talk to you

about these time sheets.

Three weeks now we've been on triple time.

The brass is eating my ass out!

You shot 82 days on a 65-day schedule.

On a four-month editing schedule,

you've gone seven months.

We're already 2.2 million

over the original budget.

Joey, God made the entire world in six days.

He didn't go on overtime once.

You can't even cut an hour-and-a-half movie

in seven months, on triple time?

Joey, l hate to do this.

l'm usually a very calm man,

but this whole thing

has got me terribly crazy.

l must put my foot down.

Joey, the whole thing has gotta stop.

lt has to stop. l's got to stop!

ltjust simply must stop!

Josh, l made changes in the monologue.

l think you'll like it. l have to go to rehearsal.

At those prices, who can afford to live?

- Nice talking to you, Josh.

- So l accept!

Oh, my God. lt is better.

- God help us all.

- Wait a minute. Real dead body.

l's better.

OK, that looks pretty good. l like it.

Le's go. Everybody down, in a straight line.

Move down, move down.

Move down, Victoria.

- And sing it out. Here we go.

- Five, six, seven...

And any seat you grab will be first class

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

And l don't like it.

Uh, double that.

- Which button?

- The white one, down.

Ah, that stinks. Le's play something else.

Do me a favour. Take off your shoes.

- Wha's that?

- l's a mint.

- Can l have one?

- No, come on, you wouldn't like it.

Let me try this.

Here, you stand over there,

then jump up on my shoulder.

Oh, God, you're getting heavy.

All right, put your leg in an arabesque.

There we are.

- How are things at home?

- They're pretty good.

All right, watch your back now.

- Anything you wanna tell me?

- l promised Mom l wouldn't bring it up.

But you're gonna bring it up anyway.

Sit down. You can tell me

anything. You know that.

Gimme your wrists. Ready? And jump.

- l's just that l keep wondering, Dad...

- Bend your knees.

What is it you keep wondering?

Why don't you get married again?

Do a head roll.

l don't get married again because

l can't find anyone l dislike enough

to inflict that kind of torture on.

Hey, why don't you marry Katie?

She's terrific.

Keep rolling your head.

Straighten your leg. Yeah, you're right.

She's terrific. Tha's exactly

why l don't wanna marry her.

Run off to the corner.

Jump and l'll catch you.

And Victoria? You're not too crazy about her.

Just run and jump.

Never mind that. Come on.

- What about the blonde?

- What blonde?

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