I'm already a star.
Ah, you are?
Yeah.
What have you been in?
Nothing yet.
Most scenes together: Nellie LaRoy & Manny Torres (4), Elinor St. John & Jack Conrad (4), Nellie LaRoy & Ruth Adler (3)
I'm already a star.
Ah, you are?
Yeah.
What have you been in?
Nothing yet.
You're about to not have a job, ****o!
Listen, I know you wish you were Billie Dove...
Oh, I think you wish you were eating my ass!
I practice nine hours a day, you ****.
Yeah, yeah, but I mean on saxophone, not cocksucking.
What?
What's he telling you? What was he saying to you?
The snake story.
The snake story. Dad, I have an idea. Why don't you fight a snake, a real one, right now. Come on.
No problemo. Let's go fight a snake.
Okay! [smashes glass on ground and announces to party] **** listen up, all you big dick mister men! Who wants to see my dad fight a **** snake? [party is silent]
**** yeah! [the entire party then simultaneously outbursts in approval with raised hands]
Yeah! [Chanting] A snake's getting fought!
Cut! Okay, forgive the ask. This is nuts, but could you by any chance try the same thing with less tears?
One tear or two...
How do you do it? Just tear up over and over like it's nothing?
I just think of home.
Just, uh, shoot the men.
Max (Ruth's Assistant Director): No tits?
No tits.
Max (Ruth's Assistant Director): All right, no tits, everybody! We're shooting the men.
Man number three, I can see your erection.
Max (Ruth's Assistant Director): All right, tuck it. Just tuck it up.
Tim, you're fired.
Max (Ruth's Assistant Director): You heard her, get the **** off this set!
Who the **** is this? I asked for the girl with the tits.
This is who they found.
What happened to the tits part?
She OD'd.
You need to play better. You embarrassing us.
Joe, you hear what he just said to me? Listen to this psychopath. When you gonna do something?
Why you worried about Joe? ****, when are you gonna do something? Have you ever heard of Alexander Scriabin?
Why the **** do I care about Alexander Scriabin?
Alexander Scriabin was a Russian pianist. Broke his hands just so his fingers could stretch across the keys better. I'm saying if I **** headbutt you across them funky-ass lips of yours, you might start playing a little better. We can hope.
Spoke to my friend at Kinoscope. He said the movie's a disaster.
LaRoy's?
Yeah. They went double the budget 'cause she could never hit her **** mark and her voice sounds like a dying pig. No, seriously, apparently the footage is so awful, Wallach's already thinking of dumping her.
I'm not surprised. She never had any talent anyway. Oh my God, zero. Filthy, slutty piece of **** trash with a nasty voice. You meet her dad?
Oh my God. He's even more embarrassing than she is. **** idiot. Goodbye! Don't come back! It's the end, I'm telling you. It's the end for all of 'em. All the frogs. [Nellie becomes visibly upset and repeatedly bangs her head against the door frame]
Ah, you came through. That's the main thing.
And then he says: "Frankly Scarlett, you're a ****." Type it.
And this boy, who breathed his first decades after you breathed your last, will look at your image and think he's found a friend.