I Can Only Imagine Page #3

---

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, man, ever have aspirations

of being a seamstress?

Well, that's full, so.

They're, like, all full.

Yeah.

Except this one.

What?

Glee Club.

And even though

it all went wrong

I'll stand before

the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue

But Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelu-u-jah

That's really good.

Honey, I think

you've got the wrong room.

I wish. No offense.

None taken. You sing?

No.

Act?

Not at all.

Do you dance?

Ma'am, I'm in a wheelchair.

Please, just kick me

out of this class.

I don't turn anyone away.

Sugar, what is your name?

Uh, Bart Millard.

"Bart Millard."

Yeah.

Our new assistant

technical director.

All right!

I don't know what that is.

Now this I can do.

Saddle up your horses

And I heard somebody say

Let's go

Saddle up your horses

We got a trail to blaze

Whoa

Through the wild blue yonder

Grace

Let's follow our leader

Into the glorious unknown

This is the life like no other

Whoa, whoa

This is the great adventure

Hey, congrats, Bart.

What?

Way to go, Millard.

La

Congratulations!

What?

Nice job, Bart.

You haven't heard yet?

I gotta say,

I'm a little jealous.

What're you t...

what're you talking about?

Congratulations!

No, no, no, no. Okay.

How excited are you?

Miss Fincher!

Unh-unh. No.

What're you trying to do to me?

I can't do this.

I didn't even try out.

You can. And you will.

And there'll be no further

discussion about it.

No, no, no, no, no.

Look, I'm a Millard.

Okay, you don't understand.

Millards play football.

Millards do not sing.

You have a gift, Bart.

And in my class,

you will be required to use it.

Or fail. It's your choice.

Look, my leg is still in a cast.

I can't even walk.

There's two months

until the production.

You have plenty of time to heal.

Please stop making excuses.

Okay, I don't sing like that.

That Broadway stuff.

I'll teach you.

Look, Miss Fincher,

I like you, okay?

You seem like

a real good person.

I respect you,

but there is no way, ever,

at all, ever that you are

gonna get me on that stage.

Mm-hmm.

There's a bright golden haze

On the meadow

There's a bright golden haze

On the meadow

The corn is as high

As an elephant's eye

And it looks like it's climbing

Clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'

Oh, what a beautiful day

I've got a beautiful feelin'...

Mercy me,

that can't be his real voice.

Yeah, it is, Mama.

...goin' my way

Well, punch a monkey's uncle.

All the sounds of the Earth

Are like music

All the sounds of the Earth

Are like music

The breeze is so busy

It don't miss a tree

An' that ol' weepin' willer

Rate this script:4.0 / 2 votes