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had her by the throat,
then he ran off screaming
into the night, screaming.
I chased him for twenty blocks.
I didn't give a
sh*t how big he was.
I was going to kill that
raving sonuvabitch.
Is that my inheritance?
Scares the hell out of me.
What's going on?
That you sir? Mr. Barrymore?
Frank.
Let me know
when you want to
start running your lines.
I'm all set up and ready to go.
Well! Mr. Efficiency
Hello, Frank.
Hello, sir.
How've you been?
Fine, sir.
Keeping busy?
Yes.
That's our Frank.
Traffic's bad, huh?
I took the train, sir.
Still living in Yonkers?
Yes.
With your mother?
Yes.
How is she?
So-so.
What?
So-so.
Oh well that's life.
Dear old Frank.
I have but to discreetly
cradle my auditory orifice,
lean artfully in his
direction, murmur, "Line?"
And the forgotten words
eagerly awaiting ear,
unbeknownst to the
enchanted audience.
Anytime, Mr. Barrymore.
I have very poor and
unhappy brains for
I could well
some other custom
of entertainment.
Wait a minute, sir.
Hmm?
That's not from Richard.
Oh?
How perceptive of you, Frank.
And what is it from then?
Othello.
Right as usual
Frank... Pedantic prick.
Save me from him.
A horse! A horse!
My kingdom for a horse!
Mr. Barrymore, aren't we
taking it from the beginning?
Presumably
That's the end
of the play.
Tedious boy.
All right, Frank.
Let us proceed
with the libretto.
Richard the Third
- Act one, scene one.
Forgive for a moment
I just eh...
Well, I'll just still
myself.
Right.
Start me off.
Now...
Now's a good
a time as any.
No. "Now" is the first word.
Oh.
Now is the...
Now is the... what?
Now is the what?
Now is the the
winter of...
Now is the winter of what?
...Our discontent.
Now is
the winter of our discontent...
That's what I said!
Don't you listen, schmuck?
I listen!
Frank, don't prompt
me unless I ask.
If I ever need one, I will
just say, "Line".
Line.
Made glorious summer
Line.
By this sun of York...
Line.
And all the clouds that
lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of
the ocean buried.
God, that was a killer.
Let's take a break.
You've only
done four lines.
Oh shut up, Frank.
Please Mr. Barrymore,
we must be serious.
All right, Simon Legree.
What's next?
Now are our brows...
Now are our brows...
You know I can
recite two entire
plays by Shakespeare.
I know you've heard that
when I made pictures,
I use blackboards
once in a while, placed
in strategic positions.
Bound with victorious
wreathes...
Well, it's true!
What the hell's
wrong with that?
Bound with victorious
wreath es...
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