:54:01
[Humming Yes, We Have No Bananas]
:54:04
Come on, come on.
:54:07
What do you got for me?
:54:09
What the hell happened to your face?
:54:11
Nothing.
It's just a mosquito bite.
:54:13
There are no mosquitoes
in Los Angeles.
:54:15
Mosquitoes breed in swamps.
This is a desert.
:54:17
What do you got for me?
:54:19
Well, I...
:54:20
On the Beery picture, where are we?
:54:22
Well, I'm having a little trouble
getting started.
:54:24
Getting start...
ChristJesus, started?
:54:26
You don't have anything yet?
:54:27
Well, not much.
:54:29
What the hell do you
think this is, Hamlet,
:54:31
Gone With the Wind,
Ruggles of Red Gap?
:54:33
It's a goddamn B picture...
:54:35
big men in tights...
you know the drill.
:54:37
I don't really understand that genre.
:54:38
Maybe that's the problem.
:54:40
Understand? Shit!
:54:41
You were going to consult
another writer on this.
:54:43
Well, I've talked to Bill Mayhew.
:54:45
Mayhew? Some help.
The guy's a souse.
:54:47
He's a great writer.
:54:49
A great souse!
:54:50
He's in pain
because he can't write.
:54:52
Souse! Souse!
:54:53
He manages to write his name
:54:55
on the back
of his paycheck every week.
:54:57
I thought no one cared
about this picture.
:54:59
You thought?
:55:01
I don't know
what the hell you said to Lipnick,
:55:03
but the son of a bitch likes you.
:55:06
He's taken a interest.
:55:09
Never make Lipnick like you.
:55:11
Never!
:55:12
I... I don't understand.
:55:13
Are you deaf?
He likes you.
:55:15
What the hell did you say to him?
:55:18
Nothing.
:55:19
Well, he's taken a interest.
:55:21
He'll make your life hell.
:55:23
Since I drew the short straw
:55:24
to supervise this turkey,
:55:26
he'll be all over me, too.
:55:28
Fat-ass son of a bitch called yesterday
:55:30
to ask how it's going.
:55:32
I said you were making progress.
:55:34
We were all very excited.
:55:35
I told him it was great.
:55:38
Understand that?
:55:39
Now my ass is on the line.
:55:41
He wants you to tell him
all about it tomorrow.
:55:44
I can't write anything by tomorrow.
:55:46
Who said write?
Jesus, Jack can't read.
:55:48
You got to tell it to him.
:55:50
Tell him something,
for Christ's sake.
:55:53
Well, what do I t-tell him?
:55:57
[Stomach Gurgles]