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: How old are you? Monroe
: I've lost track, about thirty-five I think.
: I don't think I have more brains than a writer, I just think that his brains belong to me
: Your name's well-known here. Brimmer
: And yours is well-known in New York, Mr. Stahr. Cecilia Brady
: [serving Monroe and Brimmer
] You have done well by water and you by land. Monroe Stahr
: What? Cecilia Brady
: Anthony and Cleopatra, didn't you recognize it? Monroe Stahr
: Shakespeare? No, l didn't get any Shakespeare at school. How about you, Mr. Brimmer? Brimmer
: Oh, a bit. Monroe Stahr
: Where do you come from? Brimmer
: Tennessee. Baptist. Monroe Stahr
: l'm New York. Jewish. Brimmer
: l know. Monroe Stahr
: Oh, at least we're all Americans. Brimmer
: We sure are, Mr. Stahr.
[Monroe smiles and nods; Brimmer takes a sip from his coffee; Cecilia smiles and looks on the both men
: Well? Monroe Stahr
: Well, l'm glad you came out here. l wanted to talk to you. You've got my writers all upset. Brimmer
: Keeps them from going to sleep, doesn't it? Monroe Stahr
: l want them awake, but l don't want them crazy.
[Brimmer stretches himself comfortably on his chair
: Well, we're simply fucking concerned that they have the proper protection, that's all. Monroe Stahr
: [eyeing Brimmer irritably
] Who from, me? Brimmer
: You're a very good employer, Mr. Stahr, but, uh... we still think that the position can be... rationalized.
] Monroe Stahr
: l'll tell you three things: All writers are children. Fifty percent are drunks. And up till very recently, writers in Hollywood were gag-men; most of them are still gag-men, but we call them writers. Brimmer
: [nods and smiles
] Uh-huh. But they're still the farmers in this business. They grow the grain, but they're not in at the feast. Monroe Stahr
: This looks to me like a try for power, Mr. Brimmer, and I will not give them power. I'll give them money, I won't give them power. Anyway, they're not equipped for authority.
[Cecilia continues to look on the two; Brimmer laughes
] Cecilia Brady
: More coffee, Mr. Brimmer? Brimmer
: No, thank you.
: [about returning to school
] Oh, I don't know. I'm pretty well educated.
] Cecilia Brady
: Maybe I should get married. Monroe Stahr
] Well, I'd marry you, I'm lonely, but I'm too old and tired to undertake anything. Cecilia Brady
] Undertake me.
: I was just saying, they'll never get the writers unionized. You know why? Because they hate each other's guts. They'd sell each other out for a nickel. Monroe Stahr
: This man from New York seems pretty set on doing it, the one who's coming out to see me. What's his name? Fleishacker
: Brimmer. Monroe Stahr
: Brimmer. Pat Brady
: Communist, yeah? Popolos
: You mean a *real* communist? Pat Brady
: Yeah, sure, a real one. Popolos
: I mean, some of these guys are just jokers who call themselves communists. And mostly they are fairies, too.
: You know who first told him you were a genius? Guess. Monroe Stahr
: You. Pat Brady
: Right. Monroe Stahr
: Damn good of you, Pat. Pat Brady
: Oh, no. If I admire a man, I say so. I want the whole world to know. Perhaps that's because I'm Irish. The Irish are a very warm-hearted people. Popolos
: The Greeks are warm, too. I mean, try to find me a Greek communist. You couldn't find one.
: You know, I'm fairly new out here. Do I understand you to say you expect to gross a half a million *short* of your budget? Monroe Stahr
: It's a quality picture. Fleishacker
: Quality picture? What the hell are we? Monroe Stahr
: We've played safe for two years now. It's time we made a picture that isn't meant to *make* money. Pat Brady is always saying at Academy dinners that we have a certain duty to the public. Okay. It's a good thing for the company to slip in a picture that will lose money. Write it off as good will.
: [about the seal
] See? He remembers you. Monroe Stahr
: This seal has the memory of an elephant. Seal trainer
: He likes him because he's such a charming guy. Kathleen Moore
: Does he respond to affection? Seal trainer
: He responds to *fish*. This seal's got taste.