great kisser.
A great kisser?
That's why you married him?
How great can you kiss?
Ask me again in a couple of years,
I'll let you know.
- Who is it?
- Diana Ross.
Are you ready to see a great beauty?
You really love that joke, don't you?
That's your favorite one.
- Did you bring me a present?
- No, I didn't have time.
Okay. What do you think?
You look good. But is it sexy?
Sexy for Phoenix.
Besides, I'm not applying
at the Boom Boom Room.
- How do you know you can get a job?
- Because I will get one.
- What about when school starts?
- Don't worry about the mule going blind.
What if it gets to be September...
What if it gets to be what?
What's your problem, kid?
What do you want from me?
What's bothering you?
Get over here.
Sit down.
This is what I want you to do, okay?
I want you to make me a list.
I want to see it in writing.
Write it all out, all your problems...
all the things that are wrong
with your life, that can go bad.
Start writing. Write! Write it!
A whole list. All the bad things.
Why aren't you writing? Write!
I'm out there,
spending too much money on clothes...
trying to look like maybe I'm under 30
so somebody will hire me...
and you're sitting in here,
whining like an idiot.
I will get a job, all right?
I will get you to Monterey
before your birthday.
I will get you in school by September.
I swear it!
Shall I open a vein and sign it in blood?
I'm sorry, Tommy.
I know you're upset, too.
You've been taken away from your home...
and your friends, and everything.
When we get to Monterey,
things will be better.
How do you know?
Hey, kid, give me a break.
Act like you got good sense.
Just give me a little time
to make some money...
and everything will be okay. Okay?
Okay, honey, I got to get going.
- I'll be back about 5:00 or 6:00, yeah?
- Okay.
All right.
- Will you wish me luck?
- I do, Mom. Good luck.
Club Manhattan.
Quo vadis?
Try this.
- Excuse me, is Joe or Jim in?
- What?
I said, is Joe or Jim here?
I heard what you said.
I just didn't believe it.
- Why not?
- There ain't no Joe or Jim.
- What?
- There ain't no Joe...
I heard what you said.
I just didn't believe it.
Is the manager or someone in?
We ain't hiring no waitresses.
I'm not a waitress. I'm a singer.
You're a singer?
Is the manager in?
He's in the hospital,
having half a lung removed.
- I'm sorry.
- He wouldn't want no singer.
Thank you. Excuse me,
could you spare a glass of water?
Sure.
Are you really a singer?
- Where did you sing?
- In Monterey, in California.
- What's your name?
- Alice Hyatt.
He wouldn't want no singer.
Okay. Thank you.
- Sorry.
- That's okay.
Come on in the back,
I'll introduce you to the boss.
Chicken? Chicken, I want you
to meet Alice.
- Hyatt.
- Mighty nice to meet you, miss.
Hyatt. Miss Hyatt.
- My name is Holliman. Chicken Holliman.
- Glad to meet you.
Would you mind turning around for me?
- Turn around for you? Why?
- I want to look at you.
Look at my face. I don't sing with my ass.
Lenny, what's with this broad?
Hello. Is the manager in?
We don't have a manager.
Just the owner, Mr. Jacobs.
Thank you. Jacobs?
Something I can do for you?
Come on, now. What's the matter?
Marie, bring us two Scotch, rocks.
I'm sorry.
- You trying to ruin my afternoon trade?
- No. Sorry.
You act like it.
Here, swig on this
and troubles will vanish.
Thank you.
See? What did I tell you?
Now you got money in the bank
and a faithful husband.
Come on. What can I do for you?
You came towards me
with a question mark on your face.
Do you have a Band-Aid?
Marie, see if you got any Band-Aids
down there.
I've been looking for a job all day.
These shoes are new.
I just got them this morning,
and they're giving me a blister.
Thank you.
I'm a singer.
I'm sorry. I got no money to pay a singer.
That's okay. Nobody does.
If I could give you a job, I would do it.
Thank you. You're very kind.
I don't know what I'm