worry about anybody else.
- I don't think I can. I can't just stare.
He won't mind.
- Waiting for the elevator.
Press the button, Doris.
Her brother Harvey.
Memories
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Doesn't come, so now I'm getting mad.
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
Of the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Finally it comes, so I get in.
Okay, and there's people all around.
And they're looking right at me.
Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were
The way we were
Yeah, my father taught me. I'm not
supposed to talk about him right now.
He's doing a little bit of work
for the government, but...
My father is very, very famous.
He danced with the Rockettes.
Sure. Would you begin, please?
- I'll be doing "Swanee River" for you.
- Okay.
And...
Hon? "Swanee River," please.
Hit it.
Doris, what would you do
if you don't make it?
We'll make it.
Next, please.
But I that am not shaped
for sportive tricks...
...nor made to court
an amorous looking glass...
...I that am- Cheated of-
Oh, I'm sorry.
Why don't you try
the drama department?
If again "it was not well cut,"
he'd answer, I spake not true:
This is called the Reply Churlish.
Nobody talks about it,
but there's a quota system.
Your chances are better if you're black,
Puerto Rican or everything, like me.
- I am Puerto Rican.
- Not on your paper you ain't, Garci.
- Your daddy doing government work.
- That's the truth.
And he left you his tap shoes, right?
Does he work for Pepsi-Cola too?
Be careful.
- To the left. Left.
- Come the other way.
All right.
Easy, now. Straight back, Bruno?
- Where do you want this at?
Far corner.
How do you do?
Okay. Fine.
Great. Look, I'll do that. You just go
and get the rest of the stuff, okay?
Oh, Martelli. Bruno Martelli.
Would you like to set up
your equipment, Mr. Martelli?
Who taught you?
Who taught me? My father taught me.
He's in Spain. He makes Westerns.
- Why do you want to go to school here?
- Because Freddie went here.
- Freddie?
- Freddie Prinze. He's the best.
- So you want to be an actor, huh?
- Yeah, sure, I want to be an actor.
Judy, Judy, Judy.
Top of the world, Ma.
We don't want you to perform. We want
to see who you are. You understand?
- Right.
- Use your own experience.
Be simple, be honest,
but most of all, be yourself.
- Be honest. Be simple. Be yourself?
- Be yourself.
I'm God, see? And God
is Puerto Rican, you got that? Now.
God works in a casa de steam,
you know. It's a steam bath, right?
And he's talking to this angel. This angel
is a computer. An electronic computer.
I'm God, see? That's why I'm standing
on this chair, you got that? Good.
Does he wanna be a musician
or an airline pilot?
Mr. Martelli. We are ready when you are.
Would you care to begin?
Oh, okay. Sure.
Mr. Martelli.
Mr. Martelli.
Mr. Martelli!
Thank you. One instrument
at a time will be quite sufficient.
I could do it in 4/4
if you prefer a disco beat.
She's a disaster.
Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or, if thou wilt not,
be but sworn my love...
...and then I'll no longer be a Capu-
Capu- Capu-something.
Capulet.
- Like Cappelletti, the football player?
- Something like that.
- That's what I mean.
- Where's his application?
- He doesn't have one.
Well, get him one.
- What do you call that?
- Wicked.
Thou art thyself.
Thou art not a Montagoo-
Montagazz- Who knows?
This is the last day of auditions. We've
seen a lot of students. We're punchy.
- We're gonna take a break.
- Ah, yeah.
Go next door to Mrs. Shime.
Have her audition you.
Right next door.
- I tell her that you sent me?