thing now.
But we all have
very different feelings about it.
For instance, to a Catholic,
death is a promotion.
Excuse me, Stacy.
Women?
Hope?
All this bullshit about
"death with dignity".
You know what death with dignity is?
You don't drool.
Change-of-pace time. Request.
Here we go, Vic O'Dante. Hey!
Beauty?
- Oh, you're a flirt.
- Mm-hm.
I love it, I love it, I love 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. You woulda liked him.
Wait a minute. I don't know.
We may be working very late tonight.
- That's OK.
- Yeah. We'll talk later.
"At those prices, man,
who can afford to live?"
So... acceptance.
- "Laccept!"
- Hold it.
- Hold it.
- Finished, or you wanna run it again?
No, I do not want to run it again,
thank you very much. We are finished.
- Anybody have any ideas?
- Oh, I like it, Joe. I think it's really funny.
Who asked you, Stacy?
It's too long... I don't know.
Maybe we can get away with it.
Do you suppose
Stanley Kubrick gets depressed?
- Do you wanna work tonight, Joe?
- No, lgotta work on the show.
You have really got something... special.
All right...
All right!
I want so to be a movie star.
Oh?
Ever since I was a little kid,
I wanted to see my face
on the screen... 40 feet wide.
Oh, yeah?
"I have always depended
on the kindness of strangers."
You're looking at my nose,
aren't you? It's crooked.
It goes to the left. See?
I mean, like, I could always
have that fixed. Like that.
Do you think I could be?
You know. A movie star.
In the movies.
Well, that's...
I don't know anybody
that could answer that question.
It's... it's a very freaky business, you know?
Yeah, I know all about that,
but, like, I wanna know what youthink.
Do youthink I could be a movie star?
No.
Even with a nose job?
Well, that's fair.
Like you said, it is a freaky business, though.
You know, you could be wrong, right?
Right.
I don't dance so hot either, do I?
You will. I promise you.
You wanna go to bed?
Yeah.
I'm sorry. Oh, am I sorry.
- Katie!
- I should've called first.
Oh, shit.
- Did I, like, screw anything up?
- No. Iscrewed it up.
Oh, I meant to call her.
Oh, boy, you are really something.
I'm Joey's mother.
Ever since he was so high,
he's had such a crush on you!
I've always been fond ofJoe, too.
Of all the children, he was the least worry.
He worked in all those
cheap burlesque clubs.
Always around stark-naked girls!
But did it bother him? No.
He never paid any