Sister Act Page #4

CHRISTY:

Look at that. Get a gander.

RONELLES:

Oh my!

(sighing)

CHRISTY:

He's so dreamy. He's like... a Greek

god. He's the cutest guy here. He's

boss. He's fab. He's...

RONELLES:

Yes, Betty?

CHRISTY:

(singing)

HE'S SO FINE.

RONELLES:

D00-LANG, DOO-LANG, D00-LANG.

CHRISTY:

WISH HE WAS MINE. THAT HANDSOME BOY

OVER THERE, THE ONE WITH THE WAVY HAIR.

As they sing, their moves and gestures are carefully

choreographed in vintage girl group style.

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A lot of talent and hard work has clearly gone into the

number. While Christy does her best, her singing voice is

not on a par with those of the other Ronelles.

The lounge itself is practically empty, except for a few

drunken Shriners and a couple of college kids. POLICE

LIEUTENANT EDDIE MULCAHY sits at a ringside table with his

eyes locked on Christy. An easygoing charmer, Eddie gives

her a wink, but she responds with an up-yours look and a

turn to the other half of the room as the song continues.

INT. DRESSING ROOM - LATER

A small, cramped room with cracked plaster walls and a

sputtering fan for ventilation. Christy has her own

dressing table and mirror, and the Ronelles share a table a

few feet away. Clothing and costumes hang on nails or are

draped over chairs as the girls change into street wear.

CHRISTY:

Screw this dump. It's a roach motel

with sequins. Every guy I meet is either

married, a cop, or a lush from Des

Moines.

MICHELLE:

But what about us?

TINA:

You taught us the act. The songs, all

the moves.

CHRISTY:

And where did it get me? I'm stuck in

this rathole! You're holding me back,

just like Vince! I should be headlining!

A pock-faced weasel of a man named JOEY opens the door and

leans into the room.

CHRISTY:

What do you want? This is a private

area! Get lost!

JOEY:

You ain't got nothin' I ain't seen.

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