:33:02
I beg your pardon?
:33:03
W.P. Mayhew?
The writer?
:33:06
Just Bill, please.
:33:08
Bill!
:33:10
You're the finest novelist
of our time.
:33:13
Why, thank you, son.
How kind.
:33:15
My God.
:33:16
I had no idea
you were in Hollywood.
:33:19
All of us undomesticated writers
:33:21
eventually make our way out here
:33:23
to the great salt lick.
:33:25
That's probably why
:33:27
I always have
such a powerful thirst.
:33:30
A little social lubricant, Mr.Fink?
:33:32
No. It's a little early for me.
:33:40
Bill...
:33:41
if I'm imposing,
you should say so.
:33:45
I know you're very busy.
:33:47
I just wanted to ask...
you a favor.
:33:50
Have you ever written
a wrestling picture?
:33:57
You are drippin', sir.
:34:01
They have not invented
a genre of picture
:34:04
that Bill Mayhew has not
at one time or other
:34:07
been invited to assay.
:34:08
Yes, I've taken my stab
at the wrestling form,
:34:11
as I have stabbed
at so many others.
:34:13
Well, how do you--
:34:15
I gather you're a freshman here,
:34:17
eager for an upperclassman's counsel.
:34:19
However, just at the moment
:34:20
I have drinking to do.
:34:22
Why don't you stop
by my bungalow, number 15,
:34:25
later on this afternoon?
:34:26
We will discuss wrestling scenarios
:34:28
and other things literary.
:34:32
[ Mayhew ] Sons of bitches!
:34:33
[ Mayhew ] Sons of bitches!
:34:35
Where's honey?
:34:37
Huh?
:34:42
Honey!
:34:44
Where's my honey?
:34:46
The water's lapping up on me, honey!
:34:49
Honey, just stop it.
:34:51
[ Wailing ]
:34:54
I can't.
I'm trying to help you.
:34:57
Ohh!
:34:59
Can I help you?