Matinee Idol Page #2

- (off screen) Next.

(off screen) Thank you very much.

Send the next girl in, will ya?

Next.

I can't take much more of this.

Call back that girl, Daisy.

(groans)

- Uh, Buttercup.

- It's Daisy.

- Oh yes, yes, uh Daisy.

Uh, Daisy, Mr. Cox and I, uh,

would, uh, like you to test for

a part we've got coming up.

We think you'd be perfect.

So why don't you come back

here next Thursday and on

your way out you see Dorothy our

secretary

and she'll give you all the details.

How about that?

- Ok, can I put my clothes back on?

- Oh, of course my dear,

how thoughtless of me,

how thoughtless of me.

- Oh, and I wanted to thank you both.

- Oh, my pleasure, my pleasure.

Uh, sly dog.

Bye!

Next Thursday!

(groans)

Harvey, Harvey, it ain't easy.

But... Someone's gotta do it.

Harvey, why don't you go

see my tailor?

- Cochran you know, you

really oughta be in pictures.

- You mean in f*** films?

- You certainly have a way with words.

- You wanna give me another audition?

- That's exactly what I had in mind.

(moaning)

(electronic music)

- Mr. Hardy, you spilled cum

on Mr. Cox's desk.

- Ah, that's too bad.

Why don't you put some on

Kuntz's desk too.

- Mr. Hardy... Thank you.

(accordion music)

(low mumblings)

- Lance you're late again.

You know you've gotta give up this

"I'm the greatest sex machine that

ever walks" stuff. You know?

We've got a screen test to do today.

- I know I'm sorry I'm late, ok?

Oh hi.

I'm really sorry I'm late.

- Ok honey, get him hard.

- Huh?

- You've got some approach, Phil.

- Uh, Miss, honey, uh

what's your name?

- Daisy. Daisy Cheney.

- Well Daisy, didn't they explain to

you in casting what was expected

of you for this screen test?

- Well sort of, I guess.

- Then you do understand that Lance

Hardy is going to insert his thus

swollen penis into your warm, moist

vagina, and plunge it in and out

for as long as possible, until

hopefully you two experience

the primal pleasure of an orgasm?

But, before any of this can take place

first, he must have an erection.

And that is what we are

asking of you now.

- Well just tell me what you

want me to do.

- For God's sake girl didn't your

mother teach you anything?

Tickle his a**hole, titty f*** him,

suck his toes,

sit on his face, work it by hand,

do anything,

just f***in' do it!

- Um, excuse us for a minute, ok?

Good.

Don't mind him he is a little

nervous I guess.

I was late so it was really my

fault.

He's really hollering at me not

hollering at you.

Now this is very simple all we

have to do is, uh...

It's simpler than you think. Yeah,

do you have a boyfriend?

- No.

- Well you've had one at one time,

right?

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