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: No, I don't have a girlfriend. James Whale
: Why not? Clayton Boone
: You have to kiss some ass to get a piece of it.
: My life is a game of strip poker. Want to play?
[on meeting Princess Margaret
] James Whale
: This is my gardener Clayton Boone. He's never met a princess before, only queens.
: He's never met a princess - only queens.
: Bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, for you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling? Grave, where thy victory?
: One likes to live simply.
: Oh, shut up. All we did was talk.
: And we're quite informal around here - no need to worry about a bathing suit.
: It is kind of you to indulge your elders in their vices. Just as I indulge the young in theirs.
: Take off your shirt, and I'll tell you all about it.
: Oh, don't be daft.
: Making movies is the most wonderful thing in the world. Working with friends - entertaining people - yes, I suppose I miss it.
: I suppose you'd like the top down? Clayton Boone
: If that's all right with you. James Whale
: Nothing would please me more.
: You only embarrass yourself. James Whale
: Oh dear, I'll never work in this town again.
: There was a time when this place was full of pricks. Big, hard, arrogant pricks. Clayton Boone
: Enough already. Isn't it bad enough that you tell me you're a fucking homo? You have to rub it in my face?
: Who is this new yardman? Hannah
: Mr. Bugen... something B... I don't know. He came cheap!
: There are no Monsters here...
: Hatred was the only thing that kept my soul alive. And amongst the men I hated... was my dear old dumb father, who put me in that hell in the first place.
: [about the Frankenstein monster
] He's noble. Noble and misunderstood.
: You're a dirty old man. James Whale
: What was that all about?
[referring to conversation between Whale and Cuckor
] James Whale
: Oh, don't worry. Nothing of any importance. Just two old men slapping each other with lilies.
: [while sketching Boone
] Oh, that shirt, Mr. Boone. Clayton Boone
: Hmm? James Whale
: Yes, I-I am sorry. It's just too white. It's too distracting. Would it be asking you too much to take it off? Clayton Boone
] Well, I'm not wearing an undershirt today. James Whale
: Oh, pish posh, I'm not your Aunt Tillie.
: I have no interest in your body, Mr. Boone.
: Am I right in assuming, Mr. Kay, that it's not me that you're interested in, but only my horror pictures? Edmund Kay
: No, but it's the horror movies you'll be remembered for. James Whale
: I'm not dead yet, Mr. Kay.
: Well, um, w-what were some of your movies? James Whale
: Oh, this and that. The only ones that you may have heard of are the Frankenstein movies. Clayton Boone
: Frankenstein? And, um, uh, Bride of Frankenstein? And the Son of? And the other ones too? James Whale
: Uh, no, I-I just directed the first two. The others were done by hacks.
[Hannah is disturbed by the image of Boris Karloff as Frankenstein's Monster
: Oh, that monster. How could you be working with him? James Whale
: Don't be daft. He's a very proper actor... and the dullest fellow imaginable.
: [speaking to Colin Clive about the implications behind the Bride of Frankenstein's dress and hair
] I gather we not only did her hair, but dressed her. What a couple of queens we are, Colin. James Whale
: Yes, that's right, a couple of flaming queens. Pretorius is a little bit in love with Dr. Frankenstein, you know.
: I've spent much of my life outrunning the past, and now it floods all over me.