:29:01
Says I'm producing
that Wallace Beery wrestling picture.
:29:04
What am I, the goddamn janitor?
:29:05
Yeah?
Who'd you get that from?
:29:08
Well, tell Lipnick
he can kiss my dimpled ass.
:29:10
No, no. All right. Shit.
:29:12
All right. No.
All right.
:29:15
Okay, Fink.
:29:17
Let's chow.
:29:24
Don't worry about it.
:29:26
It's just a B picture.
:29:27
I bring it in on budget,
:29:29
they book it without screening it.
:29:31
Lipnick said he wanted
to look at the script
:29:33
by the end of the week.
:29:35
Sure, he did.
:29:37
He forgot about it
before your ass left his sofa.
:29:39
He forgot about it
before your ass left his sofa.
:29:40
Okay.
:29:44
I'm just having trouble
getting started.
:29:46
It's funny.
I'm blocked up.
:29:47
I just feel
:29:49
like I need
some kind of indication
:29:51
of what's expected.
:29:54
Wallace Beery.
Wrestling picture.
:29:55
What do you need, a road map?
:29:57
Look,
:29:59
you're confused.
:30:00
You need guidance?
:30:03
Talk to another writer.
:30:05
Who?
:30:06
Oh, Jesus.
:30:07
You throw a rock in here,
you'll hit one.
:30:10
Do me a favor, Fink...
:30:13
Throw it hard.
:30:26
[Vomiting]
:30:36
[Retching]
:30:43
[Belches]
:30:47
[Cough]
:30:49
[Humming]
:30:52
[Toilet Flushes]