requiem for Buck Rogers.
- Great.
- You ever thought of doing real music?
- This is my music.
- I mean a band.
- I don't like bands. They crowd me.
- I prefer my basement, no people.
- There's money though, in summer trade.
- If we get together in time.
- I'm really not interested.
There's tea dances and parties,
weddings and bar mitzvahs.
Those things are steady. People always
get married and grow up.
- I don't need the hassle.
- I'll take care of everything...
...just like a regular business manager.
I'll look after the bookings, travel,
costume designs, for 10% off the top.
Then a straight split
of the performing cut.
- What costume designs?
- Nothing fancy, just sequins and stuff.
See- through for me, maybe low- cut.
We gotta give them visuals.
The sound might be wicked, but when
you get down to it, tits book bands.
- I think I'll stay in my basement.
- Bruno, this is our chance.
- Don't you want success?
- Sure. I don't think our tits are up to it.
Why?
Oh, why?
God will punish you,
Yuri Yajeyopeyonoff.
What crime is this unborn
child guilty of...
...that it should not drink of
the milk of paradise?
You warned me, Elena.
Not one ruble have I lost, not one.
- Can we try this again? It sounds phony.
- I don't wanna try this again.
- There's nothing wrong with you.
- I know. That's what's wrong with me.
Everybody here is colorful or eccentric
or charismatic. I'm perfectly ordinary.
My nose is ordinary. My body's ordinary.
And my voice, it's- -
- I don't know why I'm here.
- You wanna be an actress.
Yeah, but actors and actresses
are colorful, flamboyant beings.
I'm about as flamboyant as a bagel.
Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Some people like bagels.
- Some people don't.
- Some people are too old for you.
- He smiles at me.
- He smiles at everyone.
- Yeah, but he winks too.
- I think it's a nervous habit.
- He talks to me, often.
- Really? What's he say?
- Hi.
That's serious. Have you set the date?
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- I feel stupid.
So get into it.
Study it. Try to remember it
so you can- -
Hey, M and M.
Seen your shrink lately?
- Yesterday.
- You got a special delivery?
How you doing? How are you?
Oh, good. That's very good.
You're a good man.
They're not for me.
They're for a friend of mine.
Who's the lucky fella, huh?
Looks like somebody finally
corked up old Finsecker.
It can't be Gloria over here.
He's not into chicks.
Shut my mouth.
Bye.
I hate Ralph Garci, I really do.
I must remember this feeling
and use it in my acting.
I'm scared.
I'm scared I won't be able to live up
to their expectations of me.
Flashing images of passion- -
- - and hurl you to the ground
and make mad, passionate love.
- I forgot it!
- For two weeks?
- I told you, I done it and I forgot it.
- My hearing's fine.
It's your homework that's missing.
And these pages are unintelligible.
It's a secret language.
It ain't meant for whiteys.
- This isn't a joke.
- I got lots of jokes.
- This is garbage!
- My pen broke.
- It's in pencil.
- That broke too.
You can't learn to read,
you can't learn to dance.
You're flunking out.
I can read.
Terrific! Go ahead, surprise us.
Give him your book.
Pay attention.
Mr. Johnson is gonna read.
- I said I can read!
- Then read.
- No.
- Read!
- No!
- Read!
No, you fucking bitch!
What the fuck you want me to do,
asking me to read all the fucking time?
I hate your guts. You read,
you fucking bitch!
It's not natural.
Get off my case, huh, Papa?
When I was your age, Bruno,
I had a lot of girlfriends.
- I had a different girlfriend every day.
- I got music.
Same to you, pal! Go ahead.
Go ahead! Oh, sure, you got music,
okay. But for what? For yourself.
For your headset.
I mean, do I hear it anymore?
Does your mama hear it?
Do your friends hear it?
Bruno, do you have friends? Huh?
- I don't have time. I told you.
- You told me. You told me.
It's not natural. When I was your age,
I'm