Sunset Boulevard

Sunset Boulevard - Completion Of The Script lyrics

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Joe

In December, the rain came. One great big package, Over-sized, like everything else in California;

And it came right through the roof of my room

Above the garage.

So she had me move into the main house.

Into what Max called " The room of the husbands"

And on a clear day, the theory was, you could see Catalina. And little by little I worked through the end of the script.

At which point I might have left;

Only by then those two boys from the finance company

Had traced my car and towed it away;

And I hadn't seen one single dollar of cash money-

Since I arrived.

Norma

Stop that! Today's the day.

Joe

What do you mean?

Norma

Max is going to deliver the script to Paramount

Joe

You're really going to give it to De Mille?

Norma

I've just spoken with my astrologer.

She read De Millle's horoscope; she read mine.

Joe

Did she read the script?

Norma

De Mille is Leo; I'm scorpio.

Mars is transiting Jupiter,

And today is the day of closest conjunction.

Joe

Oh, well, that's all right, then.

Norma

Max

Max

Yes, Madame

Norma

Make sure it goes to Mr. De Mille in person.

Joe

Well....

Norma

Great day.

Joe

It's been real interesting

Norma

Yes...hasn't it?

Joe

I want to thank you for trusting me with your baby

Norma

Not at all, it is I who should thank you

Joe

Will you call and let me know as soon as you have some news?

Norma

Call? Where?

Joe

My apartment

Norma

Oh, but, you couldn't possibly think of leaving now, Joe.

Joe

Norma, the script is finished.

Norma

No, Joe, No, it's just the beginning, it's just the first draft;

I couldn't dream of letting you go, I need your support.

Joe

Well, I can't stay.

Norma

You'll stay on with full salary, of course.

Joe

Oh, Norma, it's not the money.

Yes, of course,

I'll stay until we get some sort of news back from Paramount.

Norma

Thank you, thank you, Joe.

Joe

So, Max wheeled out that foreign bus

Brushed the leopardskin upholstery.

He trundled along to Paramount

To hand Cecil B. our hopeless opus.

My work was over I was feeling no pain.

Locked up like John the Baptist.
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