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[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
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