:04:00
They're little beasts
that run in packs like coyotes.
:04:03
They're your fans.
:04:05
They're nobody's fans.
:04:06
They're juvenile delinquents,
mental defectives.
:04:09
Fans, indeed!
:04:11
They never see a play or a movie.
They're never indoors long enough.
:04:14
Well, there's one indoors
right now...
:04:16
I brought her back to see you.
Come in, Eve.
:04:21
I thought you'd forgotten
about me.
:04:23
Not at all.
:04:24
Margo,
this is Eve Harrington.
:04:26
- How do you do, my dear?
- Hello.
:04:28
Would you like to be
an actress?
:04:31
It was hard enough
becoming a nurse.
:04:33
If you were an actress,
I'd write parts for you.
:04:36
I was in an amateur group
when I was young.
:04:39
I wasn't bad.
:04:41
I must have a picture
somewhere.
:04:44
I'd love to see it.
:04:46
I'll look for it later.
:04:54
Look, Esteban.
:04:56
I found a picture.
:05:01
We were doing a show
based on texts by Boris Vian.
:05:05
Cabaret for intellectuals.
:05:20
Happy birthday!
:05:22
- Already?
- It's midnight, sweetheart.
:05:26
"Music for Chameleons."
How did you know I wanted it?
:05:29
I know you like Capote.
:05:32
Read me something,
like when I was little.
:05:38
"Preface.
:05:41
I started writing
when I was eight."
:05:43
See? I'm not the only one.
:05:46
"I didn't know
that I had chained myself for life...
:05:48
...to a noble
but merciless master.
:05:51
When God hands you a gift,
he also hands you a whip...
:05:56
...and the whip is intended
only for self-flagellation."