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Sure is! Come on in, and sing a spell. |
Hold on. |
Mary Clarence, could you? Mary Lazarus, you're terrific, but... Could you help us? |
You see? We've got the voices. They're just allover the place. I've heard all of you, in the shower you're decent. Better than me. We just need charts harmony chops. |
Chops? |
The goods. The sound. The sale. Let's rearrange a few things. Mary Patrick, you re not a natural soprano, you're an alto. Get over here. Mary Robert with the sopranos. |
Two days. An hour or so. |
No way. We're a choir, right? Headliners. The big room. Two days a week won't cut it. Every day. |
That machine. |
I know. It's ancient. |
It's a rhythm section. The beat. |
Mary Patrick do you remember the Dixie Cups? |
The Dixie Cups? Oh my. I was just a girl. Of course. SPRING IS HERE THE SUN WILL SHINE |
Hold it. Mary Patrick, you're a pretty cheerful person, aren't you? |
Am I? |
All right, I am, I know it! All my life, I've just been... upbeat. Optimistic. Perky. I can't help it. Even when I was little, I remember my mother used to say, "That child is pure sunshine. She'll either be a nun or a stewardess." |
So use it. When we sing hymns, they're usually about rejoicing, right? Celebration. Most music is. So don't hold back. Let all that joy go right into your voice. Make me happy. Let me hear it. Perk out. Perk down. |
SPRING IS HERE THE SUN WILL SHINE I'LL BE HIS AND HE'LL BE MINE WE'LL LOVE UNTIL THE END OF TIME AND WE'LL NEVER BE LONELY ANYMORE |
Because we're |
We know you don't want to bring pain and misery to your friends and neighbors. We'll pray to find you some honest work. |
And we know that, even though most people would call you a leech and a parasite, the lowest slug of humanity! We know that deep down inside, you're probably even worse. And so you truly need our prayers. |
What is it, Mary? |
That man who is he? |
Jackpot! Two buckets |
This is so exhilarating! All week long, I can't wait till Sunday, when we sing. |
Hurry, Sister! |
Get moving. I'm right behind you. |
MY SOUL WAS IN DANGER I'D FALLEN FROM GRACE |
It's true I know her. |
DAMNATION WAS ALL I COULD SEE |
What a shame! |
BUT THEN CAME AN ANGEL WHO WHISPERED THESE WORDS |
Pay attention... |
SING AND THE DEVIL WILL FLEE! |
Were you wicked? |
Oh, girls. |
Yes, Betty? |
This prom is a real drag. |
Ohhuh. |
Oh my! |
What is it, Betty? |
Look at that. Get a gander. |
Oh my! |
He's so dreamy. He's like... a Greek god. He's the cutest guy here. He's boss. He's fab. He's... |
Yes, Betty? |
HE'S SO FINE. |
D00LANG, DOOLANG, D00LANG. |
WISH HE WAS MINE. THAT HANDSOME BOY OVER THERE, THE ONE WITH THE WAVY HAIR. |
Come on stay. Just a little. We can talk, I'll get a pizza. Pizza in bed, we'll have fun. And you still haven't told me what happened. What did she say? |
What did who say? |
Who? The other woman. Your wife. |
You are so damn sexy. |
Vince... |
How did I get so lucky? What is it now, five years we've been together? Who do I thank? |
Today was the deadline, Vince. |
I want us to be together. Like people. Honest, decent people. In the eyes of God. Babe, today... I went to confession. |
You did what? |
For the first time in I don't know how long. I wanted everything done right. Open and above board. I told Father Antonelli I was in love. I told him it was a special love, for all the ages. |
You said that? And what did he say? Did he say you could leave her? Did he say we'd be happy? |
He said that if I got a divorce I'd burn in Hell. For all eternity. |
What? |
You want me to go against a priest? Get excommunicated? You think I'm nuts? |
You bastard! |
We can still see each other. Just like always. It's a different kind of sin. Smaller. |
You pig! |
Babe, it's not me! I love you! It's God! |
You lying sleazeball! The best years of my life! What am I, garbage? Am I lint? |
No... it's fine. |
Yes? |
Thanks. A lot. |
Is that why you came up here, Christy? To thank me? |
Sure. |
And to say you're sorry. About this afternoon. And the things you said. Forgotten. Completely. Do you understand? Forgotten. |
Right. Yeah. Forgotten. |
Babe, what happened here? Look at you. |
Good evening, Vincent. |
What, Vincent? This is me, doll. I know you. What did you think you were doing? Running to the cops. Hiding out. No, no. You're sorry now, aren't you? |
I am sorry for all my sins. And yours. |
She's afraid. Come on, tell the boys you're afraid. |
I feel sorry for you, Vincent. And I forgive you. |
Right here. Let the others go they have nothing to do with this. |
Joey do it. |
I was good to you! You re nothing but notalent garbage! You're a twobit Tramp! |
That used to be true, Vince. I was with you. But something happened. And I'm different now. Realdifferent. I've had, well, you might call it a religious experience. And I've got just two words for you. And those two words are... |
What do you want? This is a private area! Get lost! |
You ain't got nothin' I ain't seen. |
Then stop trying to memorize it. Hit the road. |
His ashes? |
With love. |
Yeah, right to the cops. No way. |
Mary Robert, don't panic. Remember what we talked about? Experience? |
What? |
You can handle this. |
Okay, Christy strip. |
What? |
That... thing. That nun thing. Take it off. |
So, hi there. I'm... Sister Mary Clarence. And you're... young Christians. I guess I should assign you this passage. What's good? What were you talking about? |
We were talking about the wild thing. Teen promiscuity. |
How come? Sister? |
Well... because it's in the Bible. "Thou shalt not..." Thou shalt not. |
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