What possessed you to come blundering in here like this? Could it be an overpowering interest in art?
Yes, the art of survival.
He followed me here from the hotel.
He was in your room?
Sure. Isn't everybody?
...
Has anyone ever told you that you overplay your various roles rather severely, Mr. Kaplan? First, you're the outraged Madison Avenue man who claims he's been mistaken for someone else. Then you play the fugitive from justice, supposedly trying to clear his name of a crime he knows he didn't commit. And now, you play the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal. It seems to me you fellows could stand a little less training from the FBI and a little more from the Actor's Studio.
Apparently, the only performance that will satisfy you is when I play dead.
Your very next role. You'll be quite convincing, I assure you.
I wonder what subtle form of manslaughter is next on the program. Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel and become part of a new skyscraper, or are you going to ask this female to kiss me again and poison me to death?
