Back At The House On Sunset

MAX: Where have you been?
JOE: Out. I assume I can go out when I feel like it
MAX: Madame is quite agitated.
Earlier this evening, she wanted you for something and you could not be found
JOE: Well, thats tough
MAX: I dont think you understand, Mr. Gillis.
Madame is extremely fragile.
She has moments of melancholy. There have been suicide attempts
JOE: Why? Because of her career? Shes done well enough
Look at all the fan mail she gets every day
MAX: I wouldnt look too closely at the postmarks if I were you
JOE: You mean you write them?
MAX: Will you be requiring some supper this evening, sir?
JOE: No. And Max?
MAX: Yes, sir?
JOE: Who the hell do you think you are,
bringing my stuff up from my apartment without consulting me?
I have a life of my own - now youre telling me Im supposed to be a prisoner here
MAX: I think, perhaps , sir, you will have to make up your mind to abide by the rules of this house.
That is, if you want the job
JOE: I started work on the script
I hacked my way through the thicket
A maze of fragmented ramblings
By a soul in limbo
She hovered there like a hawk
Afraid Id damage her baby
NORMA: Whats that?
JOE: I thought we might cut away from the slave market...
NORMA: Cut away from me?
JOE: Norma, they dont want you in every scene
NORMA: Of course they do. What else would they have come for? Put it back
JOE: Id made my first big mistake
Id put my foot in the quicksand
It wouldnt be a few days
Paste and scissors
This would take weeks
The house was always so quiet
Just me and Max and that organ
No one phoned and nobody ever came
And there was only one kind
Of entertainment on hand
Max, whats on this evening?
I hope its not one of her weepy melodramas
MAX: Well be showing
One of Madams enduring classics
The Ordeal of Joan of Arc
JOE: Oh, God
We saw that last week
MAX: A masterpiece can never pall
She is the greatest star of all