|
[Glimmerglass - Steve�s Hotel Room] Dr. Rep: I find it odd that Sharon isn�t here for the opening, don�t you? Steve: Dr. Repertoire, Boyd is leaving Sharon. Boyd loves me, I love him! Dr. Rep: I know nothing about love: I leave that to the Alagnas. Just what do you take me for? Steve: I don�t know that I�d take you for anything. Dr. Rep: Is it possible � even conceivable � that you�ve got me confused with Bernard Holland? Look closely, Steve. I am Dr. Repertoire and I am nobody�s fool, least of all yours. Steve: Dr. Repertoire, will you please say what you have to say plainly and distinctly � and then get out so that I can take my nap. Dr. Rep: You're a liar, Steve. Or should I say Eugene Schlump? Steve: What of it! What of it! Dr. Rep: Dame Janet Baker never sang opera in the United States! Every opera queen knows that. It was a stupid lie, not worthy of you.... Steve: I had to get in, to meet Marco! I had to say something, do somebody, make him like me. Dr. Rep: That I should want you at all seems the height of impossibility. But we have one thing in common � the inability to love anything except the holy shrine of Opera. You agree how completely you belong to me, don�t you? Steve: Yes, Dr. Repertoire. Dr. Rep: Take your nap now. And good luck for tonight. Steve: I won�t go on tonight. I couldn�t.... Dr. Rep: Couldn�t go on? You�ll give the performance of your life. (voice over) And he gave the performance of his life. And it was a night to remember, that night.... [Avery Fisher Hall, dressing room.] Fan: I'm so happy for you, Steve. Steve: Thank you, Lois. See you in October. [He closes and locks the dressing
room door. Steve: Who are you? Boy: Mr. Carrington.... Steve: What are you doing here? Boy: I guess I fell asleep. Please don�t have me arrested. Steve: Who are you? How did you get in here? Boy: My name is Phoebus. Steve: Phoebus? Boy: I call myself Phoebus. I gave the security guard a blow-job. I was just looking around. Steve: You were just looking around? Boy: That�s all. It�s for my webpage. It�s devoted to you. Check it out at www.stevecarrington.com. Steve: Go get my laptop out of that trunk, will ya... Boy: You're leaving for Paris tomorrow, right? Will you be making any recordings while you're there? Steve: I might. It's late. You won't get home 'til all hours. Boy: I don't care if I ever get home. He turns on the laptop and types
in a URL. -- Manuela Haltertop |