And the Oscar goes to . . .

Have a good day?

Tell it like it is.

Well, they talk James Garner or Rod Taylor or somebody else. They won’t talk you.

When you tell it straight, you don’t do any polka do you?

Put Regan’s back against the wall you told me, and I told you he’d remember. The figures on your picture are all over town.

That crumb. I broke may back for him in “Breakthrough.” It was a great picture.

I checked it out, it’s all true. Like tryin’ to hatch an ostrich egg. The picture sits there.

Things can’t be as bad as you’re makin’ ’em, Kappy. Not so fast, not just like that.

It’s as bad as you can make it, Frankie.

I’ve got a home, a wife, a yacht, cars, I’ve got things I worked a long time to get. It’s a nightmare, Kappy. You’ve gotta do something, you’ve got to pull me out.

If you only saved a little, Frankie, but you always spent. God, how you spent.

That’s all passed. This is now. Don’t lecture me, you’ve got to save me, Kappy.

What am I, the second coming of the Messiah? I’m an agent, there’s just so much I can do. (pause) All right, there’s a television pilot deal, an adventure series.

A television pilot?!

I figured you feel that way about it.

Pilot films are a dollar a six-pack. If it doesn’t sell, I’m really through. This town is full of ex-actors who were in unsold television pilots. They’re sellin’ used cars or real estate.

I know . . . or working as head waiters. But there’s no other way to go.

Frankie, winter’s coming. Be smart, get in out of the cold.