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:16:00
How much will it be?
:16:02
I warn you, don't give me a fancy
price just because I'm rich!

:16:06
Lady, you got the wrong man. I had
some trouble with my car. Flat tire.

:16:11
I pulled into your garage
until I could get a spare.

:16:14
I thought this was an empty house.
:16:16
It is not. Get out.
:16:20
I'm sorry. And I'm sorry
you lost your friend.

:16:23
And I don't think red
is the right color.

:16:27
Wait a minute. Haven't I seen you
before? I know your face.

:16:30
Get out.
Or shall I call my servant?

:16:32
You're Norma Desmond!
:16:34
You used to be in silent pictures.
You used to be big!

:16:38
I am big.
:16:41
It's the pictures that got small.
:16:43
Uh-huh.
:16:45
I knew there was
something wrong with them.

:16:47
They're dead. They're finished.
:16:50
There was a time when this business
had the eyes of the whole world.

:16:54
But that wasn't good enough
for them. Oh, no!

:16:57
They had to have the ears
of the world too.

:16:59
So they opened their big mouths
and out came talk, talk, talk.

:17:04
That's where the popcorn business
comes in.

:17:06
You buy yourself a bag
and plug up your ears.

:17:08
Look at them in the front offices,
the masterminds!

:17:12
They took the idols
and smashed them.

:17:14
The Fairbankses, the Gilberts,
the Valentinos!

:17:17
And who have we got now?
Some nobodies!

:17:20
Don't blame me.
I'm not an executive, just a writer.

:17:24
You are. Writing words,
words, more words!

:17:27
Well, you've made a rope of words
and strangled this business!

:17:30
But there's a microphone right there
to catch the last gurgles...

:17:33
and Technicolor to photograph
the red, swollen tongue!

:17:36
Shh. You'll wake up the monkey.
:17:38
Get out! Max!
:17:41
Next time I'll bring
my autograph album along.

:17:44
Or maybe a hunk of cement,
and ask for your footprint.

:17:52
- It's okay. Okay, I'm going.
-Just a minute, you.

:17:56
- You're a writer, you said.
- Why?

:17:58
Are you or aren't you?

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