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Man in the Chair
[Projector clicking]
ROSALIND RUSSELL:
So long, Walter.
CARY GRANT:
So long, Hildy.RUSSELL:
Better luck to you next time.
GRANT:
Thanks.- Oh, Hildy...
- Eh?
Uh...
Well, you kinda took the wind
out of my sails.
Look, honey, I just wanna wish
you everything I couldn't give you.
RUSSELL:
Thank you, Walter.GRANT:
This other fellow, uh...well, I'm sorry I didn't get
a chance to see him.
I'm more or less particular
about whom my wife marries.
- [Russell chuckles]
- Where is he?
Oh, he's right on the job,
waiting for me out there.
Ah. Do you mind if I meet him?
Oh, no, Walter.
It wouldn't do any good, really.
Oh, now you're not afraid, are you?
- Afraid? Of course not!
- Well, then, come on!
Let's see this paragon!
Is he as good as you say?
Why, he's better!
Well, then what does he
want with you?
[Laughing] Oh, now you got me.
GRANT:
Back in a half, Mildred.Ooh... Oh, I am sorry, Hildy.
- I suppose Bruce, uh... what's his name?
- Baldwin.
Baldwin... I suppose
He does, and when he's with
a lady, he takes his hat off.
Oh, I am sorry.
And when he walks
with a lady, he waits for her.
Oh, well, in that case...
Allow me.
Well, I can see right away
my wife picked out...
the right husband for herself.
How do you do, sir?
There must be some mistake.
I'm already married.
Already married?
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Oh, Hildy,
you should have told me.
[? "Santa Maria" by The Frames]
MAN:
? Let me off this boat ?? I'm sick of this ride ?
? The world is heading
ever southward ?
? And I can't stay in here ?
? And you're lying awake,
away on your side ?
? The feeling comes in waves ?
? And burns us
and I don't wanna die ?
? To the line of your throat ?
? The fever now
consumes us both ?
? In a fire now we will go ?
? Why did you have to go? ?
? One day we will know ?
? In a bowing of heads
? And all we thought
they'd understand ?
? Is lost and they won't know ?
? And what have we left ?
? When it's all that we've got ?
? There is no "X"
to mark our spot ?
? What's past is done and gone ?
? Why did you have to burn? ?
? One day you will learn ?
[Music ends]
[Children shouting]
[Loud rap music
playing in car]
[Tires squeal, engine revs...]
Hey, Kincaid.
Shouldn't you be workin'
some freeway?
Pickin' up litter, you convict?
Ass.
[Engine revs loudly,
tires squeal]
TEENAGE BO Y:
Let's get him![School bell rings]
TEENAGE BO Y:
Kincaid, get back here!
TEENAGE BO Y 2:
Yeah, you better run!
You're dead, Kincaid.
MAN:
Hey, slow down!No running!
That was totally wicked.
- Are you nuts?
- What?
Messin' with Brett Raven
and his pukes?
Christmas break in a body cast?
They act like
we don't even matter.
MURPHY:
We don't matter.CAMERON:
Yeah, get out of here.
MURPHY:
No, I'm serious.Remember that movie,
The Fisher King?
- Terry Gilliam, cool director.
- Money!
All right, well, Jeff Bridges
quotes what "Neitski" says...
"Neetski."
O.K., uh, the expendable masses?
The people that don't matter
to the rest of the world.
That's us. We don't matter.
The botched and the bungled?
Right. We don't matter, dude.
[School bell rings]
TEACHER:
I know you guys wouldrather be someplace else...
but we got one more test
before I let you go.
[Students groan]
Knock it off. Hats off!
Attention, fellow students...
TEACHER:
Knock it off, Brett.The faculty and staff want to wish
you all the happiest of holidays.
There's just a couple of items
that will take place...
over the holiday vacation.
There's a Ski Club trip
to Mammoth Lakes...
the basketball tournament
at Taft High School...
and, of course,
the Los Angeles Film School...
holiday short film contest...
with the winner receiving
a full scholarship after graduation.
Uh, students involved
with these projects...
stay in touch with
your respective counselors.
That's it, students.
Have a great
and safe holiday break...
and we'll see you back
here in three weeks.
- [Applause and whoops]
- STUDENT:
Yeah!Let's get to it.
We're not leaving
until it's all done.
[Toilet flushes]
[Metal thuds]
I'd sue your ass for
scratching my ride, Kincaid.
But I know you're a broke dick.
You know what?
Forget about the film contest.
Two reasons:
And two, you can't make a movie
without a little fundage.
It's a talent contest,
not a funding contest.
Like my dad says...
"It doesn't take talent
to get work in Hollywood."
No wonder why
he always has a job.
[Metal thuds]
You may know
a lot about old movies...
but you know nothing
about making one.
Merry Christmas, Kincaid.
Call the lot,
get my dad on the phone.
He'll hook us up.
MAN:
Hurry up, Cameron.You already missed
the big crane shot.
You can pay me after.
- Thanks, Mr. Klein.
- O.K.
MAN ON SCREEN:
You figureit was a bomb then, Hank?
ORSON WELLES:
Well, chief, Rudy Linnekar...
could have been
struck by lightning.
Where's the daughter?
MAN:
Marcia? Got her righthere waiting for you, Hank.
WELLES:
Let her go.MAN:
You don't even want toquestion her...
Take the marbles
out of your mouth, Orson!
How do you expect people
to understand your fat ass?
WELLES:
in a monkey suit?You too, you got one of them...
MAN:
Well, we were all at the banquet.
OLD MAN:
Aah!Excuse me, sir, but could
you keep it down?
A few of us actually
wanna enjoy this film.
OLD MAN:
Hey! Shut up!Good-for-nothin' goldbricker.
If you had a job,
you wouldn't be here.
I'll have you know
my husband teaches...
The Virtue of Cinematic Morals
and Economics at C.S.U.N.
Cinematic morals?
Now, there's an oxymoron.
How'd you get that job?
Win it in a raffle?
- I created it.
- That can't be true.
You're buyin' your own bullshit.
You seem to be
out of touch, dear man.
Out of touch?
Hey, look, professor.
I've made more movies
than you've been to.
So why don't you just shut
teach you something?
MAN ON SCREEN:
Of course,we're all of us going to cooperate.
You won't have
any trouble with me.
You bet your sweet life I won't.
MAN:
O.K., folks.We're going again.
And lights!
[Switch clicks]
[Whooshing]
Roll sound!
- MAN 2:
We have speed.- MAN 1:
Roll camera!MAN 3:
Turning.MAN 4:
Scene 27, take 4. Marker.
And action!
ACTOR:
And that's whatyou know about Rosebud?
Cut! Cut! God damn it!
Who flashed that arc light?
Murray!
- I'll take care of this, sir.
- [Welles grunts in anger]
- Security.
- Go.
You flashed that light on purpose,
you incompetent fool.
It was a faulty arc, Mr. Welles.
You're all incompetent! You're
all trying to sabotage my film!
Mr. Welles,
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