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Steve Rubell:
[New Year's Eve. Disco Dottie has just died on the dance floor from a cocaine overdose and Shane is extremely upset]
Hey, hey, hey! Princess Grace is here and she's thirsty. Shane O'Shea:
What? Steve Rubell:
This way. You're on. Come on. Shane O'Shea:
No... Steve Rubell:
Shaney. Shaney, it's been a mean night, okay? And I'll cry about it tomorrow; I will. But tonight, the show must go on. Shane O'Shea:
I-I-I can't talk to anybody! We did it to her! Steve Rubell:
Hey! Come on! [pulls Shane off the dance floor and towards the VIP basement] Steve Rubell:
Hey, you can't blame yourself 'cause she couldn't handle her drugs. Come on, let's go. Come on. Come on. [He gives Shane a pill] Steve Rubell:
It'll calm you down. Come on. Take it. Shane O'Shea:
This isn't right. Steve Rubell:
Princess Grace is here, okay? Princess Grace! Shane O'Shea:
We lost a friend tonight! Steve Rubell:
No, no, no, I lost a friend tonight, okay? No offense, but you were just another pretty face to her. Shane O'Shea:
She was my friend. Steve Rubell:
She was completely nearsighted. She couldn't tell one of you from the next. Now get it together and get downstairs. [Shane shoves Steve into the brick wall behind him] Steve Rubell:
[angry]
Hey! Don't forget how replaceable you are, Little Lord Fauntleroy. Shane O'Shea:
Try tellin' them that, Stevie. Remember, I'm one of New York's finest. I'm Shane 54. Steve Rubell:
[scoffs]
Oh, like there wasn't a Gabriel 54 or a Rhett 54. Shane O'Shea:
Bullshit. Steve Rubell:
Oh, no. Don't tell me that's the first time you ever read an Interview Magazine. Oh, no! [he starts laughing at Shane] Shane O'Shea:
Fuck you! You troglodyte. [walks away] Steve Rubell:
[yelling]
Hey! Where ya goin'? Huh? The door's that way! [turns to one of his men] Steve Rubell:
He's out!
[New Year's Eve. Disco Dottie has just died on the dance floor from a cocaine overdose and Shane is extremely upset]
Hey, hey, hey! Princess Grace is here and she's thirsty. Shane O'Shea:
What? Steve Rubell:
This way. You're on. Come on. Shane O'Shea:
No... Steve Rubell:
Shaney. Shaney, it's been a mean night, okay? And I'll cry about it tomorrow; I will. But tonight, the show must go on. Shane O'Shea:
I-I-I can't talk to anybody! We did it to her! Steve Rubell:
Hey! Come on! [pulls Shane off the dance floor and towards the VIP basement] Steve Rubell:
Hey, you can't blame yourself 'cause she couldn't handle her drugs. Come on, let's go. Come on. Come on. [He gives Shane a pill] Steve Rubell:
It'll calm you down. Come on. Take it. Shane O'Shea:
This isn't right. Steve Rubell:
Princess Grace is here, okay? Princess Grace! Shane O'Shea:
We lost a friend tonight! Steve Rubell:
No, no, no, I lost a friend tonight, okay? No offense, but you were just another pretty face to her. Shane O'Shea:
She was my friend. Steve Rubell:
She was completely nearsighted. She couldn't tell one of you from the next. Now get it together and get downstairs. [Shane shoves Steve into the brick wall behind him] Steve Rubell:
[angry]
Hey! Don't forget how replaceable you are, Little Lord Fauntleroy. Shane O'Shea:
Try tellin' them that, Stevie. Remember, I'm one of New York's finest. I'm Shane 54. Steve Rubell:
[scoffs]
Oh, like there wasn't a Gabriel 54 or a Rhett 54. Shane O'Shea:
Bullshit. Steve Rubell:
Oh, no. Don't tell me that's the first time you ever read an Interview Magazine. Oh, no! [he starts laughing at Shane] Shane O'Shea:
Fuck you! You troglodyte. [walks away] Steve Rubell:
[yelling]
Hey! Where ya goin'? Huh? The door's that way! [turns to one of his men] Steve Rubell:
He's out!
Full Transcript
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This isn't right Princess Grace is here
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Okay Princess Grace
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We lost a friend tonight No no no I lost a friend tonight
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No offense but you were just another pretty face to her
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She was my friend She was completely nearsighted
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She couldn't tell one of you from the next
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Now get it together Get downstairs
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Hey
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Don't forget how replaceable you are Little Lord Fauntleroy
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Try tellin' them that Stevie
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Remember I'm one of New York's finest I'm Shane 54
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Oh
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Like there wasn't a Gabriel 54 and a Rhett 54
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Bullshit Oh no
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Don't tell me that's the first time you ever read an Interview magazine
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Oh no
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Fuck you
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You troglodyte
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Hey where you goin' Huh
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The door's that way He's out
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Movie Summary
The famous 1970s New York City nightclub seen and told through the eyes of a young employee.
