Song for Marion: Deleted Scenes Page #4

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and given you that, then?

Because if we do get selected,

I might not be around when it comes

to sing in the competition.

I'll let you get on with it, then,

but bed in ten,

if you're even listening.

- What will I do about tonight?

- What do you mean?

My singing.

Well, you can't go.

You can hardly sit up.

Will you go?

Please. It's important for me.

OK. Anything to make you feel better.

OK. Keep an open mind

when listening to this song.

And, yes,

it is what they're talking about.

# Spinderella cut it up one time

# Ooh. Oh!

# Uh-huh

It's got a nice little groove to it.

- Yeah, this is good.

- Yeah, I like this.

# Uh-huh. Oh

# Come on

# Let's talk about sex, baby

Ooh.

It is all about sex.

Why shouldn't we be talking about it?

Or singing about it.

Better than just thinking about it.

Oooh!

Ooh.

Keep your filthy comments

to yourselves, gentlemen, please.

Clear off.

OK, right.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Hello.

Arthur! You scared the hell out of me.

Marion is sick.

She asked me to come

so that you could give me

what she's supposed to learn.

I don't suppose

you've got her player, have you?

You mean this thing?

All right, then, get in the car.

Come on.

You lot are all lunatics.

What will people think

when they hear you singing this?

It's only a song, Arthur.

It's about sex. Oh, dear.

People do still have it, you know.

Doesn't mean you have to sing about it.

So how are you coping?

Must be really hard for you.

We all care about her so much.

Why d'you do it?

I can understand the oldies.

They haven't got anything else.

But you're young.

You've got everything.

Well, I enjoy it, of course.

And it's actually nice

having 20 or something smiling faces

listening to me cos they actually care.

- Do you get paid for it?

- No.

No. No. I teach music at a school.

I get paid for that.

What are you all dolled up for?

I've got a date, if you must know.

- With a fella?

- No, with a donkey.

Hm, touchy.

You know what you're telling her?

Cool.

Will you give her these?

Everyone's got some.

She might need some help

putting them up.

- Yeah.

- Will you give her my love?

- She was missed tonight.

- Sure.

Wake up.

Get your bloody boots off the bed.

I sleep there.

Enjoy yourself?

- Enjoy what?

- The choir thing.

No.

You know how I feel

about enjoying things.

I'll see you, then.

- Arthur, Marion'd like your help.

- What for?

She's having trouble finding the pages.

- Can't someone else do it?

- I'm sure someone could do it.

But as she might not be here much longer,

I thought you might like the opportunity.

- Get a move on. We're all waiting.

- All right, everybody.

Let's get on with the songs.

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