All I Desire

Naomi Murdoch, that's me.
Not quite at the bottom of the bill yet
and not quite at the end of my rope.

But I can't say I'm making an impression
on audiences these days.

Not that I ever made much anyway.
But now with the season over
and the heat of the summer coming...

the air in these broken-down theatres
is even staler than usual.

And, brother, there's not much
to look forward to.

Well, I guess some people might say
maybe I asked for it.

Boy, that audience is like ice
out there tonight.

These hicks wouldn't get off their hands
for Lillian Russell.

Here's some mail for you.
Well, I started out holding the hoops
for Miller's Wonder Dogs.

- I guess I can always go back to it.
- For Pete's sake, Naomi.

You're too classy for vaudeville.
You ought to go back to legit.

Yeah, they loved me in Detroit.
There's real prestige in legit.
New parts all the time.

You don't have to worry about getting old.
What's the matter, honey?
You look like you saw a ghost.

- No.
- Bad news?

Well, it's a laugh, that's all.
- "Dearest mother."
- I told you it was a laugh.

"I don't know if you ever think of me,
but I think of you.

"I'm graduating from high school this year
and I'm in the senior play on May 20.

"I suppose this doesn't sound much
to a great star like you."

Go ahead.
"And I know your career
must keep you very busy."

Gets funnier, doesn't it?
"But there's only one present I would like
and that is to have you there.

"Your adoring, Lily."
You never said...
That I had a kid?
I've got three. Two girls and a boy.