dog stand on La Cienega too. They're open till about 4. Are they? How marvelous. %% happy feet %% %% I've got those happy feet %% %% give them a low-down beat %% %% and they begin dancing %% %% I've got those... %% Johnny: Howard! Howard! Hi! Son of a gun. Kate, this is, uh, Johnny Meyer. I supposed you could call him my press agent. Pleased to meet you. Loved you in Alice Adams. You're too kind. I'm sure you know Errol. Mr. Flynn. Yes. Kate. Kate. Kate of the clenched-jawed Hepburns. Enchanting as always. You should use lox on your hands, by the way. I do. Katie, you and Howard ought to cook up a picture. Costar with Errol. Man: Hey, my chair! I could sell that in spades. That would be marvelous. Howard? [laughs] I think not. Don't you read variety, Mr. Meyer? Well, I'm box-office poison. I'm on the outs, the skids, the doldrums. Washed-up, day-old fish not worth the eating, So they tell me. Errol: Hell with them. Hell with them, my dear. Soulless pricks to a man, right? Johnny tells me you're thinking about Doing a western, of all goddamn things. Are you making a western, Howard? Yeah, makin' a western. Gonna call it the outlaw. Yeah, you know what it's about? S-e-x. It's all about s-e-x. It's a western. You can't have fornication in a western. It isn't done, old boy. It's not real sex, skinny. It's movie sex. What Scarface did for the gangster picture, The outlaw's gonna do for the western. Put the sex and guts and blood right up there on the screen. Have you seen my cigarettes? Don't mind us. New York cut steak, 12 peas, bottle of milk with the cap on. You're the only movie star who can't afford his own cigarettes? Jack has all my money. I hope your food isn't getting cold At your table somewhere or...Something. No, no, no. We're here all night. Don't worry. Now, Howard-- thank you. Now, Howard...Howard...Howard, If you're seriously talking about Putting carnality back on the silver screen, You must swear to let me in on the casting session. I have somewhat of an eye. Eye for talent. Isn't that right, Johnny? Gotta give up prancing in tights to be talent scout. Yeah, that prancing in tights paid for my new yacht. You must all come sailing with me. Catalina this weekend. What do you say? Yeah. Catalina. Sounds grand. Yeah. Let's have some fun. I've even managed to coax the luscious Miss de Havilland And her equally luscious sister To accompany me. Though I fear their mother will insist on coming along To preserve their questionable virtue. We shall assault these twin monuments Of pristine Britannic beauty nonetheless. What do you say, Howard? Yeah? Yeah. Yeah? Yeah. [Howard clears throat] I gotta-- I gotta go. If you'll excuse us, we have-- We have to be somewhere. You are somewhere, Howard, you madman. Somewhere else. Excuse us. Kate: Charmed, gentlemen. Do help yourself to the poached pears. I hear they're divine. Well. Howard Hughes, ladies and gentlemen. Was that meant for me? My hero. God, all that Hollywood talk bores me silly. As if there aren't more important things in the world. Mussolini, for one. Where are we going, by the way? Do you feel like a little adventure? Do your worst, Mr. Hughes. Man: You think you own this place, you limey bastard? Errol: I'm a tasmanian bastard, you ignorant prick. Johnny: Thattaway, Errol. Errol: Let me at him! [band playing "after you've gone"] [the Benny Goodman quartet's "Moonglow" playing] Howard: That's Mr. Mayer's house right there. Do you know where Jack Warner lives? What's that on the steering wheel? Oh. Cellophane. If you had any idea of the crap That people carry around on their hands. What kind of crap? You don't wanna know. Hold on to the wheel for a bit. Oh! Oh! [laughing] [gently] that's too hard. Relax your hand. Relax your hand. Oh. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Младенец на прогулке на английском - текст Сволочи на английском - текст Отец Сергий на английском - текст Звёздные войны: Праздничный спецвыпуск на английском - текст Несносный Деннис на английском |