Where's the swimming pool? You must have a swimming pool. Right out here. Outside dining...
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The Girl: [Sullivan and the girl are walking through his palatial mansion] Where's the swimming pool? You must have a swimming pool.
John L. Sullivan: Right out here.
[They walk out of the house]
John L. Sullivan: Outside dining room, barbecue.
The Girl: Hmm.
John L. Sullivan: [They walk to near the end of the outside dining room.] Pretty, isn't it?
The Girl: Yeah.
John L. Sullivan: There's the tennis court up there, grape arbor there, and the grove there. Well, I guess that's about all
[turns and looks at the girl.]
John L. Sullivan: What are you looking at me that way for?
[she pushes Sullivan.]
John L. Sullivan: Ooh!
[falls into the swimming pool.]
The Girl: Hey, you big fathead!
John L. Sullivan: What's the big idea?
The Girl: That's for your swimming pools and your tennis courts and your limousines and your barbecues. That's for making fun of a poor girl who only tried to help you, you big faker!
John L. Sullivan: Who made fun of you?
The Girl: You did, with your stories of being a washed-up director, you big clunk!
John L. Sullivan: Oh I did, did I?
[Sullivan pulls the girl into the swimming pool. She screams as she falls in while Burrows and the valet arrive with breakfast, then laughs as she and Sullivan splash around.]
Burrows: Breakfast is served, sir
John L. Sullivan: Right out here.
[They walk out of the house]
John L. Sullivan: Outside dining room, barbecue.
The Girl: Hmm.
John L. Sullivan: [They walk to near the end of the outside dining room.] Pretty, isn't it?
The Girl: Yeah.
John L. Sullivan: There's the tennis court up there, grape arbor there, and the grove there. Well, I guess that's about all
[turns and looks at the girl.]
John L. Sullivan: What are you looking at me that way for?
[she pushes Sullivan.]
John L. Sullivan: Ooh!
[falls into the swimming pool.]
The Girl: Hey, you big fathead!
John L. Sullivan: What's the big idea?
The Girl: That's for your swimming pools and your tennis courts and your limousines and your barbecues. That's for making fun of a poor girl who only tried to help you, you big faker!
John L. Sullivan: Who made fun of you?
The Girl: You did, with your stories of being a washed-up director, you big clunk!
John L. Sullivan: Oh I did, did I?
[Sullivan pulls the girl into the swimming pool. She screams as she falls in while Burrows and the valet arrive with breakfast, then laughs as she and Sullivan splash around.]
Burrows: Breakfast is served, sir
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Pretty isn't it
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Yeah
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There's the tennis court up there
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grape arbor there and a grove there
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I guess that's about all
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What are you looking at me that way for
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Hey you big fathead What's the big idea
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That's for your swimming pools and your tennis courts
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and your limousines and your barbecues
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That's for making fun of a poor girl who only tried to help you
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you big faker Who made fun of you
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You did with your stories of being a washed up director you big clunk
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Oh I did did I
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Breakfast is served sir
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Movie Summary
Hollywood director John L Sullivan sets out to experience life as a homeless person in order to gain relevant life experience for his next movie.
