Lyrics: Christopher Hampton/Don Black/Andrew Lloyd Webber
Music: Christopher Hampton/Don Black/Andrew Lloyd Webber
NORMA: There's been a call
What did I say
They want to see me right away
Joe, Paramount, they love our child
Mr. DeMille is going wild
JOE: Well, that's wonderful, Norma
NORMA: But it was some fool assistant
Not acceptable at all
It he wants me, then Cecil B
Himself must call
JOE: I don't know if this is the time to stand on ceremony
NORMA: I've been waiting twenty years now
What's a few more days, my dear?
It's happened, Joe
I told you so
The perfect year
Now, let's go upstairs
JOE: Shouldn't you at least call back?
NORMA: No, they can wait until I'm good and ready
JOE: It took her three days and she was ready
She checked with her astrologer
Who sacrificed a chicken
She dressed up like a pharaoh
Slapped on a pound of make-up
And set forth in her chariot
Poor Norma
So happy
Re-entering her kingdom
MAX: If you will pardon me, Madame,
the shadow over the left eye is not quite balanced
NORMA: Thank you, Max
GUARD: Hey, that's enough of that
MAX: To see Mr. DeMille. Open the gate
GUARD: Mr. DeMille is shooting. You need an appointment
MAX: This is Norma Desmond. No appointment is necessary
GUARD: Norma who?
NORMA: Jonesy?
JONES: Why, if it isn't Miss Desmond.
How have you been, Miss Desmond?
NORMA: Fine, Jonesy. Open the gate
JONES: You heard Miss Desmond
GUARD: They don't have a pass
JONES: Stage 18, Miss Desmond
NORMA: Thank you, Jonesy. And teach your friend some manners.
Tell him without me, there wouldn't be any Paramount Studio
JONES: Get me Stage 18. I have a message for Mr. DeMille
HEATHER: Mr. DeMille?
DEMILLE: What is it?
HEATHER: Norma Desmond is here to see you, Mr. DeMille
DEMILLE: Norma Desmond?
HEATHER: She's here at the studio
DEMILLE: It must be about that appalling script of hers.
What shall I say?
HEATHER: Maybe I could give her the brush
DEMILLE: Thirty million fans have given her the brush.
Isn't that enough? Give me a minute
NORMA: Won't you come along, darling?
JOE: It's your script. It's your show. Good luck
NORMA: Thank you, darling
HEATHER: Miss Desmond
DEMILLE: Well, well, well
NORMA: Hello, Mr. DeMille.
The last time I saw you, we were someplace terribly gay.
I was dancing on the table
DEMILLE: A lot of people were. Lindbergh had just landed
NORMA: You read the script, of course
DEMILLE: Well, yes...
NORMA: Now, I know how busy you are during shooting,
but I really think you could have picked up the phone yourself, instead of leaving it so some assistant
DEMILLE: I don't know what you mean, Norma
NORMA: Yes, you do
DEMILLE: Come on in