Flesh and BoneDVD - 2015
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Claire Robbins. You're 21, and I'm confused. It says here you were apprenticed at the Pittsburgh Ballet at age 18, then took a leave of absence in that first year, and nothing since... Nowhere.
Mia: So, how many times have you auditioned for the Company?
Shut up. Once? Fxck me. Not even gonna tell you how many times I tried out. Three. Jesus. … So, where you been dancing, the freaking Bolshoi or something?
-Just taking class. I had a nice situation at my studio. I cleaned it at night, and they let me study.
Okay, you're making it worse.
You seriously expect to entice new patrons into giving us hundreds of thousands of dollars when we're serving them a 99-cent glass of cat piss and a warmed-over production of "Giselle" as incentive? … Veuve Clicquot. We serve Veuve Clicquot if I have to give blow jobs on the corner to pay for it.
-You better get busy.
The little welcome-back challenge:
I am thrilled to have you all here... And at my mercy. … Let's begin. Pliés in first, demi demi full, port de bras and rise, same second … Port de bras back, fourth, no grand plié, but press through the feet and... Heels down. Lift up as you descend. Knees stretch. Use all the music. Barres away, please. ... Right, croisé, front. Step on the right on 1, arm on 2, followed by plié tendu 3 and 4. Développé croisé, plié through to arabesque 7, 8. Brushing through to attitude back, arabesque, pas de bourrée, fifth, up through the passé, allongé, pas de bourrée détendu, back.
Circle port de bras, arm open to the side, and returning to the fifth. Développé, 1, 2, effacé, plié, relevé, ***, forward, shifting here, here, settling back into fourth. Swivel and arabesque, stepping over, ending croisé, front. Step rond, returning back to the fourth, finishing with a double pirouette,and breathing back into fifth.
Paul: I am a man of vision. I am undeniable. I get what I want when I want.
What are you wearing tomorrow night? Something microscopic.
Patrice: Pisses me off. Why do the tiniest dresses cost the most?
-'Cause God hates women.
Daphne: Ballerina eye candy... We grace the patrons with our presence, and they feel like they're... "Brushing elbows with angels."
If we're gonna compete with ABT and City Ballet, we have to offer something besides the classics.
-I disagree. "Giselle" is good business. It is beloved.
And it's been done to death. I'm sorry, but you can't resuscitate that... thing with a defibrillator.
Miracles? They are for the ignorant, the poor, and the dying. We have in our possession a star who is ready to ascend. And if we make the right choices, we will rise with her.
Ballet is the ultimate optical illusion. We make effort appear effortless. We make difficult divine, and we make gravity... our bitch.
Do you see what I see? You need to understand your power... Your talent... Your beauty. Harness it. Love it. Use it. And never forget... you're mine.
I'm saying it is what is. Not everyone wins lottery. Take me. I want to be Beethoven.
Am I Beethoven? No. Not gonna happen.
What's wrong? Oh, preschool tuition. I feel your pain.
-I should have started saving before we pulled the damn goalie.
How funny. Where is it you're from, again? I think I blocked it out. Starts with a "P." Puh-puh. Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh...
Oh. Pittsburgh. Onomatopoeia, isn't it?
Primas don't travel in a pack! You got to start thinking for yourself, so think!
Has anyone ever died from menopause?
-A girl can dream.
Bitch. Her tits are two counts behind.
Up! Up! Energy. Yes. Extend, Ashley. Grand jeté. Patrice, shoulders down. Ah, very nice, Kiira. You all see how Kiira extends? We all need to extend just like that. Extension, extension, extension. I sound like broken record. And up! Yes. Yeah. Good, Ross. Trey! You call that a Grand jeté? I've seen third-grade girls skip rope with more intensity. … Continue, please. Up! Good. Some artists are born, some are made,
and some emerge from an upside-down, deliciously kinky, terrifyingly mysterious forest of beauty and wonder. These artists never stop seeking and dreaming. They bewitch and confound us, make us question ourselves, and lead us to our ultimate goal, which is...? Transcendence.
Try not to fit right in unless you want to spend your whole salary on shrinks.
This sort of punk-rock, lesbian witch, who's probably not really even a lesbian, was making us fucking hug each other like we were in some christian fucking youth group.
I thought at some point we were gonna sit in a big circle and bust out the dream journals. I mean, if I really wanted to get in touch with my unconscious, I would make an appointment with the shrink or go do plant medicine in the rainforest. Maybe I'd even sink to the depths of taking an acting class. Next thing you know, we'll be doing trust exercises and recounting various childhood traumas.
What's in it for me?
Two of my favorite things wrapped up into a single delicious word.
- I swear, if you get any gayer, you're gonna fart a fxcking rainbow.
When are you gonna stop performing for me and start dancing? When are you gonna stop showing me how well you move... and start showing me why? I need artists. Do you understand? Thinking, feeling human beings. Not puppets. Not trained ponies. You want to be pretty? Fxck pretty. We're creating a piece about a young girl's journey from childhood to womanhood. From her innocence, through her sexual awakening, to her self-knowledge. It demands... authenticity. It demands our courage 'cause it demands our most human truth. … Whether you know it or not... there's a part of your body you have yet to discover. A fortress where you keep locked up everything. Believe me when I tell you I have come to lay siege... to that fortress... because I demand that truth. We are going to find it and bring it into the light, and we will find it together. Your truth, that dark secret you keep locked up inside your most... sacred spaces... hidden from yourself... especially from yourself.
The man only moves every other Thursday. But the boy watches from the window, and the man... waiting out on the gravel drive... The blue car comes. The lady hands the man an envelope through the open window. It's the only time the boy sees the man smile. One day... the boy goes to the man's desk to see what magic thing can give the man pleasure. The boy takes the envelope, and inside... he finds a check... for $76.31. And this is how the boy learns that the man and woman are not his mother and father at all. These are merely foster people paid to tolerate the boy. Imposters... paid to play house.
-What did you feel?
Excited. Hot. Like my skin was fxcking electric. I love that feeling. You're so close to life and death all at once. I liked the night raids the best. Never knowing who was on the other side of that door. And then that breach charge goes... boom.
You think this is a democracy? Everything and everyone here is to do with as I will!
Let me stop you right there. I think you have to understand that not everyone responds to this whole... downtown, power-dyke, "Vagina Monologue" thing you do, not that there's anything wrong with that. It's great. You're a genius. I love it. You know I do.
But I think once you have a bit more experience, you'll learn that sometimes artists have to be handled with a certain nuance, a certain delicacy, yes?
-Fine, Paul. She's your fxcked-up, little twist. You fix her.
"The Velveteen Rabbit."
-Yeah, I know that book. Stuffed rabbit comes to life.
He's loved so much he becomes real. By the time it happens... most of his fur's been loved off. He's lost his whiskers and his shape. He thinks he'll never be happy again. He doesn't know... ...that after everything bad that's happened... ...he could still be... ...blessed. I hope that can happen for me. That's -- that's what I want to be loved enough to become real.
Hope Kiira doesn't throw acid in my face.
-Acid's a Moscow thing. That bitch is Ukrainian.
He takes care of me.
-A serval in an emerald collar.
I'm not an animal.
-But, darling, Prescott is just waiting for you to retire so he can breed you like one.
You better figure your shit out, Mia. No patron is gonna notice you in the back row with the Clydesdales.
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