Sunset Blvd.
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That night I had a mixed-up dream.
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In it there was an organ grinder.
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I couldn't see his face, but the
organ was all draped in black...

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and a chimp
was dancing for pennies.

:27:15
When I opened my eyes,
the music was still there.

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Where was I?
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Oh, yes. That empty room
over her garage.

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Only it wasn't empty anymore.
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I'd had a visitor.
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Somebody had brought my belongings--
my books, my typewriter, my clothes.

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What was going on?
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Hey, you! Max, whatever-your-name-is,
what are my things doing here?

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I'm talkin' to you! My clothes
and things are up in the room!

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Naturally.
I brought them myself.

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Is that so?
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Why, what's the matter?
Is there anything missing?

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Who said you could?
Who asked you to?

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I did. I don't know why
you should be so upset.

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Stop that playing, Max.
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It seemed like a good idea
if we are to work together.

:28:33
Look, I'm supposed to fix up
your script.

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- There's no deal about my staying!
- You'll like it here.

:28:39
Thanks for the invitation.
I've got my own apartment.

:28:41
You can't work in an apartment
where you owe three months' rent.

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- I'll take care of that.
- It's all taken care of, paid for.

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Okay, we'll deduct it
from my salary.

:28:52
Now, now, don't let's be small about
such matters. We won't keep books.

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Max, unpack Mr. Gillis's things.

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