you?
- Yeah.
- Also sleep with a great many women.
- Real turn-off, huh?
- Just the opposite.
I'll make up my mind about the men later.
I know which girls I want.
Candy, Casey, Rima,
Jennifer and Victoria Porter.
- The one in the shocking-pink leotard?
- See if any are willing to be swing dancers.
- She's tone-deaf.
- With those legs, who cares?
Oh, Joey, I know you're in a hurry,
but I want to check your schedule.
- Same as always.
- Joey? Joey, can we talk a minute, please?
- Joey...
- What is it?
- You left me without a soprano again!
- Paul, please, will you let me handle it?
- What about Diane?
- What about Diane?
I've had her in three shows. She's wonderful.
At least she can sing. You left me
without a soprano. I gotta have a soprano!
Gentlemen, Mr Gideon...
The tall dancer with the blue eye shadow -
believe me, he'll hit the high notes.
The five Murray is talking to,
those are the girls I want. OK with you?
The tall girl, Victoria - I like her, Daddy.
Hm, she's all right.
I really screwed up that marriage.
Because I cheated. Oh, man,
I cheated every chance I could get.
OK with you, Audrey?
Sure. Fine with me.
What about this weekend with Michelle?
Oh, Jesus... I forgot.
I gotta work this weekend.
Oh, Joe! You promised her.
I know I promised, but what am I gonna do?
That's OK.
- I'm sorry, Michelle.
- It's OK.
Ifyou want me, I'll be in the cutting room.
He promised me.
- Some fucking father.
- Family?
- Screwed up.
- Work?
All there is.
Ifl were God, man...
Andsometimes I thinklam...
Depends on the shityou're smoking...
OK. Ifl were God, man,
everybody wouldlive for ever.
No death, man.
No pennies on the eyes foranybody.
Well, a couple ofpeople, like myagent,
who bookedme into this toilet...
Why is he mumbling like that?
I'll tell you why. Cos I'm the dummy
who let him mumble like that.
- Try it.
- ..death and the clap.
So far, I've managed to avoid one ofthem.
You know, man,
death is reallya hip thing now.
But we allhave
very differentfeelings aboutit.
Forinstance, to a Catholic,
death is a promotion.
Excuse me, Stacy.
Women?
Hope?
All this bullshitabout "death with dignity".
You know what death with dignityis?
You don't drool.
Change-of-pace time. Request.
Here we go, Vic O'Dante. Hey!
Beauty?
- Oh, you're a flirt.
- Mm-hm.
§ Death is in, death is in
§ Hear them church bells ring
Ilove it, llove it, llove it!
Books, magazine articles, TVshows, Ken and
Barbie dolls who have a mutualsuicide pact...
Oh, man, how many times
do we have to look at the same thing?
Until he gets it the way he wants it.
There's a lady in Chicago, man,
wrote a book - DrKьbler-Ross, with a dash.
This chick, man, without
the benefit ofdying herself,
has broken the process
ofdeath into five stages.
Anger, denial, bargaining, depression and
acceptance. Sounds like a Jewish lawfirm.
"Goodmorning. Anger, Denial,
Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance."
Anger.
Jesus Christ! Goddamn
son-of-a-bitch, pig-suckin'bastards!
Oh, pooh!
Bargaining. What didlsay? Anger, denial,
bargaining, depression, acceptance.
All right, ifyou happen
to get to denial... denial...
"No, that's notme, man. No. Oh-ho...
Somebody else, maybe, butnotme."
"Oh, no. You got the wrong...
Howaboutmymother, man?"
"She's old, I'm weaned, I'm toilet-trained.
Bye, Ma. You've been terrifiic. Ilove ya."
- Butnotme!
- Mother?
Kinda chubby. And jolly.
And sexy.
Bargaining. Rememberher?
"Can we sit down and talk
about this like businessmen?"
"A negotiation, OK? No more hard drugs.
A little grass, maybe, but that's it."
"OK, all right, look, man, lpromise
I won'tflash on subways anymore, OK?"
Cat drives a hardbargain. Depression...
- Hi, Katie.
- "I'm dying!"
"Oh, God, am I dying?!"
Wanna have dinner together
before I go to the theatre?
- I can't.
- "The doctor's not dying."
- Should I come over to your apartment later?
- Yeah, sure.
- Father?
- Liar, womaniser.