Dinner at Eight
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1:23:00
Take a good look.
1:23:04
Look at those pouches under your eyes.
Look at those creases.

1:23:08
You sag like an old woman.
1:23:11
Get a load of yourself.
1:23:16
Wait till you start tramping around
the offices, looking for a job...

1:23:19
because no agent's going to handle you.
1:23:21
Sitting in those anterooms hour after
hour, giving your name to office boys...

1:23:26
that never even heard of you.
1:23:29
You're through, Renault.
1:23:31
You're through in pictures and plays
and vaudeville...

1:23:35
and radio and everything.
1:23:38
You're a corpse, and you don't know it.
1:23:41
Go get yourself buried.
1:24:37
They don't want that junk.
They wouldn't give me nothing on it.

1:24:40
Why, it's a silver frame.
The buckle's solid gold.

1:24:44
You take them. l lugged them
to every pawnshop on Sixth Avenue.

1:24:47
You little liar.
You never took them anyplace.

1:24:49
Say, who you calling a liar,
you down-and-out ham?

1:24:51
You filthy little rat,
how dare you talk to me like that?

1:24:54
- Okay.
- Wait a minute.

1:24:57
l didn't mean that. l'm sorry.
1:24:59
Listen. l got to have some liquor. l'm sick.

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