Forget about it, Wendy. Let's
get out of here--
But Wendy, agitated, silences her with a
fierce gesture--
WENDY
(to Prince)
Every time we give you a song,
you say you're going to use
it, but you never do. You
always think that we're doing
something behind your back.
You're just being paranoid as
usual.
LISA
Wendy...
WENDY
(upset)
Shut up, Lisa, please!
(to Prince)
You should know by now that we
wouldn't hurt vou. We're not
out to put a dark cloud over
your head. It's just to make
you feel good, Prince --
that's what it's all about.
You've been this way with us
before, remember?
PRINCE
(maliciously)
The nominees for the best
actress are--
LISA
-- Fuck it, Wendy -- let's
break!
Wendy is shaking, tears spring to her
eyes--
WENDY
Do you know you can really,
really hurt people? Doesn't
that mean anything to you?
Doesn't that make you feel
like shit?
LISA
C'mon ...
WENDY
I'm tired of this ... I'm
really tired...
They leave the room, Wendy SLAMS the
door behind her. Prince casts a look to
Bobby, Mark, Matt--
PRINCE
You tired, too?
MATT
God got Wendy's periods
reversed. About every 28
days, she starts acting nice.
Lasts about a weekend.
Thud. The joke hangs suspended like a
ball and chain. Bobby gets up, the
others follow him to the door--
BOBBY
What difference does it make,
Prince. We're still a group,
right?
They cut out the door.
(34) INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT
Bobby, Matt and Mark move briskly to the
stage--
MARK
Headcase. Telling
you...'effed up headcase.
BOBBY
People with talent usually
are.
Matt dons his surgeon's mask -- Mark
rolls his eyes--
MARK
Of course, there are a number
of headcases without great
talent too.
(35) INT/BACKSTAGE ENTRANCE/CLUB -- NIGHT
Morris stands by the door surrounded by
several delicious BABES. One of them,
wearing a tight, red dress, looks
especially enticing. Morris leans in
closer -- her tasty breasts strain
against the spandex material--
MORRIS
Honey -- don't you ever try
and breastfeed no baby now.
GIRL
Why not?
MORRIS
Never mind ...
Jerome appears--
JEROME
What.
MORRIS
What?
JEROME
Right. What.
MORRIS
What??
JEROME
You got it.
Be snaps his head to the side -- Morris
looks, sees Vanity sitting at a table.
His eyes dance mischievously--
MORRIS
Ye-es
(to Girl)
What time is it?
GIRL
(coyly)
Tea time.
MORRIS
So, right.