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Completion Of The Script

Chopin----[replace by 16381]2006年11月28日

Completion Of The Script 歌詞

 

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JOE:In Decemberthe rains came

One great big package over sized just like everything else in California

And it came right through the roof of my room above the garage

So she had me moved into the main house

Into what Max called the room of the husbands

And on a clear day the theory was you could see Catalina

And little by little I worked through to the end of the script

At which point I might have left:only by then those two boys from the finance company had traced my car and towed it away

And I hadn't seen one single dollar of cash money since I arrived

NORMA:Stop that

Today's the day

JOE:What do you mean

NORMA:Max is going to deliver the script to Paramount

JOE:You're really going to give it to DeMille

NORMA:I've just spoken with my astrologer

She read DeMille's horoscope

She read mine

JOE:Did she read the script

NORMA:DeMille is Leo

I'm Scorpio

Mars is transiting Jupiter and today is the day of closest conjunction

JOE:Oh wellthat's all rightthen

NORMA:Max

MAX:YesMadame

NORMA:Make sure it goes to Mr DeMille in person

JOE:Well

NORMA:Great day

JOE:It's been real interesting

NORMA:Yes hasn't it

JOE:I want to thank you for trusting me with your baby

NORMA:Not at allit is I who should thank you

JOE:Will you call and let me know as soon as you have some news

NORMA:Call

Where

JOE:My apartment

NORMA:Oh

But you couldn't possibly think of leaving now Joe

JOE:Normathe script is finished

NORMA:NoJoe

No

It's just the beginning it's just the first draft

I couldn't dream of letting you go I need your support

JOE:WellI can't stay

NORMA:You'll stay on with full salaryof course

JOE:OhNormait's not the money Yesof courseI'll stay until we get some sort of news back from Paramount

NORMA:Thank you

Thank you Joe

JOE:SoMax wheeled out that foreign bus

Brushed the leopardskin upholstery

He trundled along to Paramount

To hand Cecil B our hopeless opus

My work was over I was feeling no pain

Locked up like John the Baptist