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: You're a star because you're great and you are a great star, but let me tell you something, Helen. In the last couple of years you're better known as an adulteress and a drunk. And I say this in all due respect. Helen Sinclair
: Look, I haven't had a drink since New Year's Eve. Sid Loomis
: You're talking Chinese New Year's. Helen Sinclair
: Naturally. Still, that's two days, Sid! You know how long that is for me?
: Two martinis please, very dry. David Shayne
: How'd you know what I drank? Helen Sinclair
: Oh, you want one too? Three.
: You stand on the brink of greatness. The world will open to you like an oyster. No... not like an oyster. The world will open to you like a magnificent vagina.
: She's perky all right. She makes you want to sneak up behind her with a pillow and suffocate her.
[Helen is late for rehearsal
] Helen Sinclair
: Please forgive me. My pedicurist had a stroke. She fell forward onto the orange stick and plunged it into my toe. It required bandaging.
: Your taste is exquisite. Helen Sinclair
] My taste is superb. My eyes are exquisite.
: Oh, Julian. Julian Marx. I do plays put on by Balasco, or Sam Harris, not some Yiddish pant salesman turned producer. My ex-husband used to say, "If you're gonna go down, go down with the best of them." Sid Loomis
: Which ex-husband? Helen Sinclair
: Oh, I don't know which ex-husband. The one with the moustache.
[Helen complains about her role
] Helen Sinclair
: She's dowdy. Sid, the ingenue has all the hot lines. Even the female psychiatrist is a better role. Sid Loomis
: But the role of Sylvia Poston is the lead. Helen Sinclair
: "Sylvia Poston." Even the *name* reeks of Orbach's. I do Electra. I do Lady Macbeth. I do plays by Noel and Phil Barry, or at least Max Anderson.
: I'm still a star. I never play frumps or virgins.
: No, no, don't speak. Don't speak. Please don't speak. Please don't speak. No. No. No. Go. Go, gentle Scorpio, go. Your Pisces wishes you every happy return. David Shayne
: Just one... Helen Sinclair
: Don't speak.
: You thought my first draft was c-cerebral and tepid? Helen Sinclair
: Only the plot and the dialogue. But this... David Shayne
: Was-was-was there nothing in the original draft that you feel was worth saving? Helen Sinclair
: The stage directions were lucid. Best I've ever seen... and the color of the binder. Good choice. David Shayne
: Thank you. I've always had a flair for stage directions.
: Make love to me. David Shayne
: Here? Now? Helen Sinclair
: I see no reason to wait. David Shayne
: Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door. Helen Sinclair
: Yes, he's a wonderful composer. You'll have to meet him. Now hang up your pants.