Why you son of a bitch! You have some nerve! I'll have your ass for this! Your ass! I'll...
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Marty Berger:
Where are you going? Eric Binford:
Out of my way! I'm going to clean out my work station. Marty Berger:
This is my place of business and you're not going inside anymore! I told you that you're fired! Eric Binford:
Mr. Berger, if you're firing me, I need to get my stuff out of there and my movie posters. My posters are valuable originals and I want them! Marty Berger:
Well you forget them! Anything inside belongs to me! I'll just sell them and keep the money for myself! It might help to pay for some of your screw-ups! Hell, I just might not sell them but burn 'em all to get rid of the memory that you ever worked here! Eric Binford:
[mimicking James Cagney again]
Nobody pushes Cody around! You'll be sorry, Big Ed! Marty Berger:
You get off my property, you little jerk! Who needs you? This is the best thing that could happen to me! [Eric angrily walks away where he kicks over the Vespa, turns, gives Mr. Berger the middle-finger bent-elbow jester, and continues to walk away] Marty Berger:
Why you son of a bitch! You have some nerve! I'll have your ass for this! Your ass! I'll sue! I'll... [Mr. Berger suddenly begins painting and grabbing his chest as he begins to have another mild heart attack as he reaches for his heart pills]
Where are you going? Eric Binford:
Out of my way! I'm going to clean out my work station. Marty Berger:
This is my place of business and you're not going inside anymore! I told you that you're fired! Eric Binford:
Mr. Berger, if you're firing me, I need to get my stuff out of there and my movie posters. My posters are valuable originals and I want them! Marty Berger:
Well you forget them! Anything inside belongs to me! I'll just sell them and keep the money for myself! It might help to pay for some of your screw-ups! Hell, I just might not sell them but burn 'em all to get rid of the memory that you ever worked here! Eric Binford:
[mimicking James Cagney again]
Nobody pushes Cody around! You'll be sorry, Big Ed! Marty Berger:
You get off my property, you little jerk! Who needs you? This is the best thing that could happen to me! [Eric angrily walks away where he kicks over the Vespa, turns, gives Mr. Berger the middle-finger bent-elbow jester, and continues to walk away] Marty Berger:
Why you son of a bitch! You have some nerve! I'll have your ass for this! Your ass! I'll sue! I'll... [Mr. Berger suddenly begins painting and grabbing his chest as he begins to have another mild heart attack as he reaches for his heart pills]
Full Transcript
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Now where are you going?
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Sit back down,
and eat your breakfast.
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You can't go to work
on an empty stomach.
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Have a nice day...
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Auntie.
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Why don't you live in the real
world, with the rest of us?
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No, thanks.
If you're so smart, Stella,
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tell me what James Cagney's
name was in "White Heat."
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I don't know,
and I don't give a damn.
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Arthur Cody Jarrett. That's who.
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Stop filling your head
with all that useless trivia.
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Top of the world, Ma.
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I'm not your mother.
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It's Aunt Stella, Bird Brain.
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This place...
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reminds me of
"The Big House," 1930.
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Broderick Crawford,
Lynne Cheney Jr.,
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Charles Bronson.
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"Man got man in cages
without reason."
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Eric, Berger
wants those slotted.
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Sid, what the hell
are you talking about?
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Now, look, those ads were
delivered yesterday afternoon.
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Come on, cut it out.
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Look, my kid delivered them
at two o'clock.
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Alright, Sid. Okay.
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Just pay your bill, and we'll
deliver you another batch.
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Hey, look, mistakes happen.
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Okay, Sid.
That's fine with me...
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you schmuck.
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Binford, you're a fuck-up!
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You didn't deliver to Sid Fine
yesterday afternoon.
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Mr. Berger, I told you that
the one sheets weren't ready.
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Bullshit!
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And you're late again, huh?
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Now, you deliver this stuff.
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Movie Summary
A shy, lonely film buff embarks on a killing spree against those who browbeat and betray him, all the while stalking his idol, a Marilyn Monroe lookalike.
Actors
Marty Berger
Eric Binford
