You know why I love older people? Because they know everything. But they don't show that they know everything. I can stand here, I can look at this woman, this old lady, and I can count every wrinkle on her face. And for every wrinkle, there's a pain. And for every pain, there's a year. And for every year, there's a person, there's a death, there's a history, and there's a kindness. Now, you look at this kid over here. She's not kind, see?
They want to be loved. They have to be loved. The whole world. Everybody wants to be loved. When I was 17 I could do anything. It was so easy. My emotions were so close to the surface. I am finding it harder and harder to stay in touch.
If I could rid myself of the thought of being your wife.
Age doesn't have anything to do with anything.
-You're not a woman to me anymore. You're a professional. You don't care about anything, do you? You don't care about personal relationships, love, sex, affection.
-O.k.
-I have a small part. It's unsympathetic. The audience doesn't like me. I can't afford to be in love with you.
-Goodnight.
There's no humour anymore, and the glamour's dead.
It's always the same. You talk. I sleep.
Well what's wrong with being slapped? It's not humiliating. It's a tradition. Actresses get slapped. It's a tradition. Do you want to be a star or do you want to be unsympathetic? Then it's mandatory you get hit. That's it.
I'm not funny because I can't take myself seriously anymore.
Turn around, clap him into a kiss.
It's just, there's such a difference between what you dream about, and what's really there, isn't it?
What are you doing? Talking to your pictures?
I thought that small talk was too small, I thought big talk was too pretentious, I thought music was noise.
But I know you. I know you because I look at you when you sleep. Did you know you sleep with your eyes half open?
-What a mess I am, I'm begging again.
-You want to be young again? Is that it?
She's not even like some bum. You know? She's not even a bum. She's a bitch. She's nothing. She's nothing. I mean if I play her the way everyone wants me to play her, like some little over the hill matron, my career is over. I'm sick to death of hearing how old this woman is. Who gives a damn. Does she win or does she lose? That's what I want to know. Is that such a lousy question? I'm beginning to feel guilty for asking for God's sakes.
I have this dead girl. She was so open. She was really, she's really just on top of everything emotionally.
I had my nails done. My face massaged. I had a container of breath spray in my pocket at all times.
Well, love moves at a hell of a rate of speed, doesn't it?
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