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All About Eve
Margo realizes that Eve is making overtures toward Bill. Just before his coming home party, she confronts him.
"Looks like I'm going to have a very fancy party."
"I thought you were going to be late."
"When I'm guest of honor?"
"I had no idea you were even here."
"Well I ran into Eve on my way upstairs and she told me you were dressing."
"That's never stopped you before."
"We started talking. She wanted to know about Hollywood. She seemed so interested-"
"She's a girl of so many interests."
"Pretty rare quality these days."
"A girl of so many rare qualities."
"So she seems."
"So you've pointed out so often. So many qualities so often. Her loyalty, efficiency, devotion, warmth and affection, and...so YOUNG! So young and so fair."
"I can't believe you're making this up. It sounds like something out of an old Clyde Fitch play!"
"Clyde Fitch, though you may not think so, was well before my time."
"I've always denied the legend that you were in 'Our American Cousin' the night Lincoln was shot."
"I DON'T THINK THAT'S FUNNY!"
"Of course it's funny. This is all too laughable to be anything else. You know what I feel about this, this AGE OBSESSION of yours, and now this ridiculous attempt to whip yourself up into a jealous froth because I spent ten minutes with a stage struck kid."
"TWENTY!"
"Thirty minutes, forty minutes, what of it?"
"STAGE STRUCK KID! She's a young lady of quality. And I'll have you know that I'm fed up with BOTH the young lady AND her qualities. Studying me as if I were a play or a blueprint. How I walk, talk, think, act, sleep."
"Now how can you take offense at a kid trying in every way to be as much like her ideal as possible?"
"STOP CALLING HER A KID! As it happens, there are particular aspects of my life to which I would like to maintain sole and exclusive rights and privileges."
"For instance what?"
"For instance...YOU."
"This is my cue to take you in my arms and reassure you. But I'm not going to. I'm too mad."
"Guilty."
"Mad. Darling, there are certain characteristics for which you're famous, onstage and off. I love you for some of them and in spite of others. I haven't let those become too important to me. They're part of your equipment for getting along in what is laughingly called our environment. You have to keep your teeth sharp. Alright. But I will not have you sharpen them on me. Or on Eve."
"What about her teeth? What about her FANGS?"
"She hasn't cut them yet and you know it. So when you start judging an idealistic, dreamy-eyed kid by the barroom benzadrine standards of this megalomaniac society, I won't have it. Eve Harrington has never by word, look, thought or suggestion indicated anything to me but her adoration for you and her happiness at our being in love. And to intimate anything else doesn't spell jealousy to me, it spells a paranoic insecurity that you should be ashamed of."
"CUT! Print it. What happens in the next reel? Do I get dragged off screaming to the snake pit?"
Later, as the guests arrive, Margo's close friends know something is amiss.
"The general atmosphere is very Macbethish. What has or is about to happen?"
"What is he talking about?"
"Macbeth."
"We know you. We've seen you like this before. Is it over, or is it just beginning?"
(Margo chugs her martini, and struts to the staircase.)
"Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night."
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THANK YOU friend neo, for gracing my dearest thread with your most wonderful presence.
Please come by here anytime!
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...your POINT being, WHAT?
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From the wonderful Kelly's Heroes:
Kelly: Well Oddball, what do you think?
Oddball: It's a wasted trip baby. Nobody said nothing about locking horns with no Tigers.
Big Joe: Hey look, you just keep them Tigers busy and we'll take care of the rest.
Oddball: The only way I got to keep them Tigers busy is to LET THEM SHOOT HOLES IN ME!
Crapgame: Hey, Oddball, this is your hour of glory. And you're chickening out!
Oddball: To a New Yorker like you, a hero is some type of weird sandwich, not some nut who takes on three Tigers.
Kelly: Nobody's asking you to be a hero.
Oddball: No? Then YOU sit up in that turret baby.
Kelly: No, because you're gonna be up there, baby, and I'll be right outside showing you which way to go.
Oddball: Yeah?
Kelly: Yeah.
Oddball: Crazy... I mean like, so many positive waves... maybe we can't lose, you're on!
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James Goldman's brilliant play and film script of The Lion In Winter is yet another example of writing that is so wonderful, we could quote from it from beginning to end and not find one line that isn't positively amazing. Thanks, neo!
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Network
After more than a decade as a respected network news anchor, Howard Beale has just been fired by his good friend, Max Schumacher. They get "properly pissed" together at a Manhattan bar.
"I'm gonna kill myself."
"Oh shit, Howard."
"I'm gonna blow my brains out right on the air, right in the middle of the seven o'clock news."
"Get a hell of a rating, I'll guarantee ya' that. Fifty share, easy."
"You think so?"
"Sure. We could make a series out of it. 'SUICIDE OF THE WEEK.' Aw hell, why limit ourselves? 'EXECUTION OF THE WEEK.'"
"TERRORIST OF THE WEEK."
"I love it. Suicides. Assassinations. Mad bombers. Mafia hit men. Automobile smash-ups. 'THE DEATH HOUR'. Great Sunday night show for the whole family. Wipe that fuckin' Disney right off the air."
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Network
Howard Beale's "Final Broadcast":
"Good evening. Today is Wednesday, September the 24th, and this is my last broadcast. Yesterday I announced on this program that I was going to commit public suicide, admittedly an act of madness. Well, I'll tell you what happened. I just ran out of bullshit...am I still on the air? I don't know any other way to say it except I just ran out of bullshit. Bullshit is all the reasons we give for living. And if we can't think up any reasons of our own, we always have the "God bullshit". We don't know why we're going through all this pointless pain, humiliation and decay, so there better be someone somewhere who DOES know! That's the "God bullshit". Some people think that man is a noble creature who's lord of his own world. Who needs God? Well, if there's anybody out there that can look at this demented slaughterhouse of a world we live in and tell me that man is a noble creature, believe me, that man is full of bullshit. I don't have a family. I don't have anything. I don't have any kids. And I was married for thirty-three years of shrill, shrieking fraud. So I don't have any bullshit left. I just ran out of it, you see."
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"Call it." 
Everything 
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