Lyrics Sparks – En Route To The Beverly Hills Hotel

LIMO DRIVER:
Mr. Bergman, sir, again, your limousine awaits. I’m here to drive
you to your hotel – the fabulous Beverly Hills Hotel. Please, get in.

Was your meeting great?

INGMAR BERGMAN:
Yes

LIMO DRIVER:
Sorry, hit the curb. Like a little music?…

INGMAR BERGMAN:
No!

LIMO DRIVER:
Very well, sir, mum is now the word.

INGMAR BERGMAN:
As foolish as I may find these people, I must not be hasty. I’ve
never had the luxury of a true budget. Actors are actors. Crews
are crews. Language, however, is not language. How would I do
working in English? Hollywood movie music is an abomination.
Method acting is ridiculous. Celebrity is destructive. I must think.

LIMO DRIVER:
Here we are, at last. Home away from home. Finest hotel in our
town, it’s European, Paris-style, or Rome.

Pleasant afternoon.

INGMAR BERGMAN:
Thank you.

LIMO DRIVER:
Get a little rest.

INGMAR BERGMAN:
I will.

LIMO DRIVER:
I’ll be back tomorrow, they’ve said pick you up at 10,