Betty Schaefer: So, you take plot 27A, make is glossy, make it slick?Sheldrake: Eh-eh-eh-eh. Those are dirty words. You sound like a bunch of New York critics.
I'm not just selling the script. I'm selling me!
Betty Schaefer: Are you hungry?Joe Gillis: Hungry? After 12 years in a Burmese jungle, I'm starving, Lady Agatha, starving for a white shoulder.Betty Schaefer: Philip you're mad.Joe Gillis: Thirsting for the coolness of your lips.
You don't yell at a sleepwalker - he may fall and break his neck. That's it: she was still sleepwalking along the giddy heights of a lost career.