I was sent by a friend of Johnny Fontane's - his friend is my client, who'd give his undying friendship to Mr. Woltz, if Mr. Woltz would grant us a small favor.

Woltz is listening.

Give Johnny the part in that new war film you're starting next week.

[after laughing]

And, uh, what favor would your friend grant Mr. Woltz?

You're gonna have some union problems; my client could make them disappear. Also, one of your top stars has just moved from marijuana to heroin...

Are you trying to muscle me?

Absolutely not.

Now listen here, you smooth-talking sonofabitch! Let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whoever he is. Johnny Fontane will never get that movie. I don't care how many d**o, w*p, g**nea, gre**eball g***bas come out of the woodwork.

I'm German-Irish.

Well, let me tell you something, my kr**t-m**k friend. I'm gonna make so much trouble for you you won't know what hit you!

Mr. Woltz, I'm a lawyer. I am not threatened.

I know almost every big lawyer in New York. Who the hell are you?

I have a special practice. I handle one client. Now, you have my number. I'll await your call. By the way, I admire your pictures very much.