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I read one of your stories Wasn't it Scribbner's? Some magazine Titled something with windows It was "Dark Windows", if that's what you mean That's right, I really liked it I'm all warm and runny inside Let me pitch it to Sheldrake I may be broke, but I still have my pride Come on, get off your high horse Writers with pride don't live in LA Silence, exile, and cunning Those are the only cards you can play[JOE] Sheldrake won't buy the story He likes trashy stereotypes Jesus, think of the effort Trying to get him to heighten his sight Every movie's a circus Can't we discuss this? Schwab's Thursday night? What for? Nothing will happen I have to go now, fight the good fight What's the rush? See those palookas? Yes, what about them? Do me a terrific favor Keep them amused while I escape[BETTY] If you're at Schwab's on Thursday Done Those guys were after my car If I lose out in this town, it's like having my legs cut off Let's duck into the soundstage Come on, Gillis, give us the keys Or I'll reshape your face Please be quiet, Mr. DeMille is shooting over there So what? They're doing a red hot scene, you wanna stay and watch?[REPO MAN 1] No I think we have five minutes
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