Daisy puts down her luggage.
“This is where you go to sacrifice, learn your craft and work hard,” says Bowfinger.
“Does that take more than a week?” asks Daisy, “Because I’ve given myself one week.”
“That’s this, this office!” says Slater.
“Alright,” says Bowfinger, “We’ll take a chance, see what’s up, see if you have ‘it.’ See if you have a special quality, see if you have the illusion the first time.”
Daisy looks around. “Um, where do I pay? It’s $25, right?” asks Daisy.
“A check?” asks Bowfinger.
“I have I.D.,” offers Daisy.
“I’m sorry,” says Bowfinger. “Maybe a less solid movie company could take a check, but we can only take cash.”
Daisy frowns. “But I don’t have any cash on me. I mean, I have cash, but just not on me, and the banks aren’t open.” she explains.
“There, there, there,” says Bowfinger, patting her on the shoulder while hand Daisy her luggage. “There. There’s the door. I’m sorry. We can’t let you audition.”
“But I drove in from Ohio and…” protests Daisy, as she’s pushed out the door.
“I’m sorry,” says Bowfinger.
“Well…,” explains Daisy, trying again.
“I’m sorry. There,” says Bowfinger. “There you are. Good-bye,” as he shuts the door.
“She looked pretty good,” says Slater, “like she could act.”
“Yeah, she had something,” replies Bowfinger, “But if they don’t pay to audition, it could be dangerous.”
“How?” asks Slater.
“Well, let’s say she gets the part,” explains Bowfinger.