:47:03
- Damn!
- [Band]
:47:05
[ Angry Muttering ]
:47:10
A bum is what he is. I told you
we should've got Karloff!
:47:17
- Ah, don't worry about it, Bela.
You're better than all this.
- I never said I could ad-lib.
:47:21
- Forget it! We'll make our own movie
and you'll be a big star again.
- Aha!
:47:24
Mr Lugosi, it is an unparalleled
privilege to meet you, sir.
:47:29
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Criswell.
:47:32
It's a pleasure.
:47:34
Ahh, cheer up. Don't lose heart
over what happened tonight.
:47:38
I predict... your next project will
be an outstanding success!
:47:42
Wow!
:47:45
And who may you be?.
:47:47
- Edward D. Wood, Jr.
- Ahh!
:47:50
- The director of Glen Or Glenda?
- How'd you know?.
:47:53
I am Criswell.
I know all.
:47:58
- [Latin ]
- [ Criswell, Faint ]
:48:02
- [ Continues ]
- And bingo! Thank you,
thank you, thankyou.
:48:09
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Bring me two more Beefeater martinis.
:48:13
Ed, uh, another whisky.
:48:15
Dagmar, a rum and coke?.
:48:17
Moustapha and King are Chablis.
:48:19
Bela, would you like a wine?.
:48:22
No.
I never drink... wine.
:48:25
[ Laughing ]
:48:30
Say, Cris, how'd you know we'd be
living on Mars by 1 970?.
:48:34
- I guessed.
- Really?.
:48:37
I made it up.
:48:39
It's horse shit.
:48:42
Eddie, there's no such thing
as a psychic.
:48:45
People believe my folderol
because I wear a black tuxedo.
:48:49
- It's that easy?.
- Eddie, we're in show biz.
:48:52
It's all about razzle-dazzle,
appearances.
:48:55
Ifyou look good and you talk well,
people will swallow anything.