Down-on-his-luck Jake Tarlow has to get reclusive writer Hunter Burnell to an important meeting. Jake takes his friend Eddie (a book collect...更多>
Eddie: What are ya havin' - pie? Freddy: Miss Kitty Kat of the month, December 1973. I got them all memorized. Up here. Momo: You were supposed to get the poodle. Jake Tarlow: Maybe Hunter wants to change his prospects, you know, spill a litle gravy on his tie, piss on crushed ice, dream in Technicolor. Would you deny a guy a shot at that? Would you?
Hunter Burnell: Tell you what. You shouldn't have come here. Take a fuckin' hike. The end. Hunter Burnell: If you don't have a handkerchief, why don't you ask those folks if they've got change for a five? Eddie: You mean that obese bully? Jake Tarlow: Bluto's not obese. He's just a barrel chested guy. He's sexy, suave, he's like a man. Not like Popeye. I mean Bluto was romance, singing to the chick. He's like Cary Grant compared to Popeye. Jake's Father: Kiddo, it ain't all that much. Clerk: You disgust me. Hunter Burnell: Sergeant, how about a little china white? Jake Tarlow: That went well.