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.
If you want me, I'll be in the cutting room.
He promised me.
- Some fucking father.
- Family?
- Screwed up.
- Work?
All there is.
If I were God, man...
And sometimes I think I am...
Depends on the shit you're smoking...
OK. If I were God, man,
everybody would live forever.
No death, man.
No pennies on the eyes for anybody.
Well, a couple of people, like my agent,
who booked me 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 of them.
You know, man,
death is really a hip 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.
# Death is in, death is in
# Hear them church bells ring
I love it, I love it, I love it!
Books, magazine articles, TVshows, Ken and
Barbie dolls who have a mutual suicide 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 - Dr Kьbler-Ross, with a dash.
This chick, man, without
the benefit of dying herself,
has broken the process
of death into five stages.
Anger, denial, bargaining, depression and
acceptance. Sounds like a Jewish law firm.
"Good morning. Anger, Denial,
Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance."
Anger.
Jesus Christ! Goddamn
son-of-a-bitch, pig-suckin'bastards!
Oh, pooh!
Bargaining. What did I say? Anger, denial,
bargaining, depression, acceptance.
All right, if you happen
to get to denial... denial...
"No, that's not me, man. No. Oh-ho...
Somebody else, maybe, but not me."
"Oh, no. You got the wrong...
How about my mother, man?"
"She's old, I'm weaned, I'm toilet-trained.
Bye, Ma. You've been terrific. I love ya."
- But not me!
- Mother?
Kinda chubby. And jolly.
And sexy.
Bargaining. Remember her?
"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, I promise
I won't flash on subways anymore, OK?"
Cat drives a hard bargain. Depression...
- Hi, Katie.
- "I'm dying!"
"Oh, God, am I dying?!"
Wanna have dinner together
before I go to the theater?
- I can't.
- "The doctor's not dying."
- Should I come over to your apartment later?
- Yeah, sure.
- Father?
- Liar, womanizer. 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.
- "I accept!"
- 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.
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