Julia Page #5

do you think I got through this night?

Who's in bed with you, Dash?

No, I won't send you the reviews!

Ye... But... Dash.

The second act was fine!

You were right about everything.

But you know that.

When are you coming home?

[Horn Honking]

[Lillian] DearJulia, I sent you a copy

of my play. Did you ever get it?

It opened on Broadway,

just as we always pretended it would.

They liked it.

I only wish you'd been there.

Maybe I wouldn't have had to get so drunk.

I haven't heard from you in such a long time.

[Horn Honking]

Royalties, Hammett!

More royalties!

[Chattering, Indistinct]

- I could buy a sable coat.

- If that's what you want.

I have a right to have a sable coat.

Maybe I ought to give my money to Roosevelt.

- You could do that too.

- [Sighs]

I'd look swell in a sable coat.

[Clicks Tongue]

- Dash?

- Hmm?

I like being famous.

You know what happens

when I go shopping for groceries now?

I'm famous.

I buy mayonnaise and I'm famous.

Get letters from people in Idaho.

I don't even know where Idaho is.

- You're not listening to me.

- I'm listening to you, Lilly.

Dash, I don't want you to think

I just care about sable coats.

I know that, Lilly.

You've been famous a long time,

Dash, and it never seems to bother you.

[Sighs]

Ohh.! Aargh.!

This is a dopey conversation!

It's only fame, Lilly.

Just a paint job.

If you want a sable coat, buy one.

Just remember, it doesn't have

anything to do with writing.

It's only a sable coat and doesn't

have anything to do with writing.

Well, you'll never

find anybody who fishes better than I do.

No. Never. Not as long as I live.

Why won't you come to Russia

with me, Dash?

I don't wanna go to Russia.

Why not?

Don't you wanna see the Russian theater?

I don't give a damn

about the Russian theater.

Oh, come on.

Come with me to Russia, Dash.

We could stay in Paris for a while first.

See the Eiffel Tower.

Come on.

[Grumbles]

[Lillian Grumbling]

Now you've been invited to Moscow?

What is that, some sort of political thing?

[Chuckles]

Not exactly. No, Anne Marie, it's, uh...

It's only a theater festival.

Oh, did you know

about the McPhee boy, the little one?

He was killed in Spain. Imagine

having your brother die a Communist.

I'm sorry he lost his life,

but I wonder why they rush over there.

By the way, I tried to seeJulia

in Vienna, but she wouldn't see me.

She's leading a strange life,

pretending not to be rich...

doing something called anti...

uh, antifascist work.

Didn't she drop out of medical school?

- Yes.

- Do you ever hear from her?

Well, I'm glad you had time to see me.

You look so very slim, Lillian.

[Scoffs]

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