劇のスクリプト p。15 の 25 行 と書いてあるところから

H: Look, about this movie business. Can we discuss it a little later? I really don’t like being
pressured into things. You understand?

L: Well, I’m sorry if I made any demands on you. I won(t do it again. It only comes up once every
sixteen years.

H: (Glares at her) You don’t look like your mother but you sure talk like her.

L: That’s a crappy thing to say. Leave her out of this. My mother wasn’t the one who walked out.

H: You’re right. I’m sorry. I apologize.

L: Listen, I really think I better get out of here. This isn’t turning out how I planned it at all. You’re
not what I expected, you know what I mean?

H: No. I don’t. I’m sorry if I’m a major disappointment to you. Maybe you had some image in your
mind about what a father should look like and talk like, but I’m just plain old Herb Tucker, not
somebody on The Waltons.

L: I didn’t mean that. I just thought kyoiu’d be a little friendlier. A little more “supportive.”

H: Why don’t you give someone a chance? Why don’t we get to know each other instead of just
barging in here and telling me I’ve got to get you into the movies.

L: You don’t have to get me into anything. I couldn’t even get a lousy kiss from you, so I sure as
hell don’t expect a phone call to your studio friends, because from the looks of this place, you don’t
got their number. . . And I don’t have to get to know you because I know everything about you.
Momma’s been telling it to me since I was three years old. But I’m not interested. That’s between
you and her. I did fine without you. And I can manage on my own now too. You don’t want to help
me. Swell. I happen to know people over at Columbia Pictures.

H: Like who?
L: Like Steffy Blondell. . . And you can keep your homemade oranges. I like mine from Florida.
H: You’re a fresh kid, you know that?

L: And what are you? You make fun of your own daughter because she talks to her dead
grandmother. I may be ditsy but I’m not the one with the tree that grows pits.

H: Look, I don’t care how you talk in your own house, but you change that tone of voice to me. I
will not be talked to that way.

L: I’ll talk to you any way I please.

H: Not to your father, you won’t.

L: My father? You’re the last one in the world who’s my father. My grandmother (s my father. Boy
oh boy, sixteen years of dreams down the toilet.