ฟังเพลงCompletion Of The Script

作曲 : Andrew Lloyd Webber

JOE: In December, the 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 well, that's all right, then

NORMA: Max

MAX: Yes, Madame

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 all, it 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: Norma, the script is finished

NORMA: No, Joe. 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: Well, I can't stay

NORMA: You'll stay on with full salary, of course

JOE: Oh, Norma, it's not the money - Yes, of course, I'll stay until we get some sort of news back from Paramount

NORMA: Thank you. Thank you, Joe

JOE: So, Max 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