| T-H-E E-N-D! |
| I can’t believe it, I’ve finished my first script!
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| Stop it, you’re making me feel old
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| It’s exciting, though, isn’t it?
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| How old are you, anyway?
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| Twenty-two
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| Smart girl
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| Shouldn’t we open some champagne?
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| Best I can offer is a stroll to the water cooler at the end of the lot
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| Sounds good to me. |
| I love the back lot here. |
| All cardboard, all hollow,
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| all phony, all done with mirrors; |
| I think I love it better than any street in
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| the world. |
| I spent my childhood here
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| What were you, a child actress?
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| No, but my family always expected me to become a great star
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| I had ten years of dramatic lessons, diction, dancing, everything you can think
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| of; |
| then the studio made a test
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| That’s the saddest story I ever heard
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| Not at all. |
| Come on. |
| I was born two blocks from here. |
| My father was head
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| electrician at the studio until he died, and Mother still works in wardrobe
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| Second generation, huh?
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| Third. |
| Grandma did stunt work for Pearl White
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| (As THEY walk down the Manhattan street, the stage begins to revolve slowly,
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| so that THEY end up walking Downstage;
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| And the flimsy struts holding up the substantial sets are gradually revealed.
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| JOE and BETTY walk in silence for a while; |
| BETTY’s expression is deeply
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| preoccupied. |
| They come to a halt in front of the water cooler.)
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| I guess it is kind of exciting, at that, finishing a script
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| (HE fixes a couple of paper cups of water, and hands one to BETTY,
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| who’s miles away and comes to with a start when he touches her arm.)
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| What?
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| Are you all right?
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| Sure
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| Something’s the matter, isn’t it? |