Musicals - Sunset Boulevard - Completion Of The Script Lyrics
JOEIn December, the rains came. One great big package, over-sized,Just like everything else in California;And it came right through the roof of my room above the garage.So she had me moved 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 to 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.NORMAStop that!Today's the day.JOEWhat do you mean?NORMAMax is going to deliver the script to Paramount.JOEYou're really going to give it to DeMille?NORMAI've just spoken with my astrologer. She read DeMille's horoscope; she read mine.JOEDid she read the script?NORMADeMille is Leo; I'm Scorpio.Mars is transiting Jupiter and today is the day of closest conjunction.JOEOh well, that's all right, then.NORMAMax.MAXYes, Madame.NORMAMake sure it goes to Mr. DeMille in person.JOEWell...NORMAGreat day.JOEIt's been real interesting.NORMAYes...hasn't it?JOEI want to thank you for trusting me with your baby.NORMANot at all, it is I who should thank you.JOEWill you call and let me know as soon as you have some news?NORMACall? Where?JOEMy apartment.NORMAOh, but you couldn't possibly think of leaving now, Joe.JOENorma, the script is finished.NORMANo, Joe. No. It's just the beginning, it's just the firt draft.I couldn't dream of letting you go, I need your support.JOEWell, I can't stay.NORMAYou'll stay on with full salary, of course...JOEOh, Norma, it's not the moneyYes, of course, I'll stay until we get some sort of news back from Paramount.NORMAThank you. Thank you, Joe.JOESo, Max wheeled out that foreign busBrushed the leopardskin upholsteryHe trundled along to ParamountTo hand Cecil B. our hopeless opusMy work was overI was feeling no painLocked up like John the Baptist