The Last Tycoon (1976)
Pat Brady: [after a film screening] What's Eddie, asleep? Jesus. Goddamn movie even puts the editor to sleep.
Assistant editor: He's not asleep, Mr. Brady.
Pat Brady: What do you mean, he's not asleep?
Assistant editor: He's dead, Mr. Brady.
Pat Brady: Dead? What do you mean, he's dead!
Assistant editor: He must have died during the...
Pat Brady: How can he be dead? We were just watching the rough cut! Jesus, I didn't hear anything. Did you hear anything?
Fleishacker: Not a thing.
Assistant editor: Eddie... he probably didn't want to disturb the screening, Mr. Brady.
Monroe: I don't think I have more brains than a writer, I just think that his brains belong to me
Monroe Stahr: 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]
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]
Brimmer: 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.
Cecilia Brady: [about returning to school] Oh, I don't know. I'm pretty well educated.
Cecilia Brady: Maybe I should get married.
Monroe Stahr: [lightly] Well, I'd marry you, I'm lonely, but I'm too old and tired to undertake anything.
Cecilia Brady: [seriously] Undertake me.
Pat Brady: 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?
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.
Pat Brady: 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.
Fleishacker: 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.
Popolos: This is the greatest country in the world. Everybody stands a chance in this country. There's not going to be a revolution. The only people who want a revolution are the Communists.
Pat Brady: And the fairies.
Fleishacker: What kind of a revolution do the fairies want?
Popolos: A Communist one.
Pat Brady: What else?
Fleishacker: Do you think Stalin likes homosexuals?
Popolos: Homosexuals, eh? Let me tell you something. You know "homo" is a Greek word. I come from Europe, I'm Greek.
Pat Brady: That's why he knows so much about Stalin.
Fleishacker: But Stalin ain't Greek.
Popolos: You're damn right he ain't!
Pat Brady: He's a fairy.
Popolos: He's a bastard Communist Russian fairy, that's what he is!
Pat Brady: Fleishacker, let me tell you something. After the revolution, you'll be the only safe one. You know why? Because they always need lawyers after a revolution to straighten out the legal end.
Seal trainer: [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.