Sparks - En Route to the Beverly Hills Hotel lyrics

[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, that's their request.