What do you wanna know, Howard? Was I screwing Artie Shaw last night? Was I screwing...

Ava Gardner: [infuriated to learn that Hughes was tapping her phone lines to keep an eye on her] What do you wanna know, Howard? Was I screwing Artie Shaw last night? Was I screwing Sinatra the night before? You bet! Everyone told me you were a goddamn lunatic, but I didn't listen! It's no wonder Katie Hepburn dumped your demented ass! Howard Hughes: [exploding] SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH! [Howard knocks Ava to the ground, but she rebounds quickly and knocks him down] Ava Gardner: Get out, you pathetic freak! [he struggles to get back up, holding his cane; she follows him as he slowly heads for the door] Ava Gardner: GET OUT!

What do you want to know, Howard? Was I screwing Artie Shaw last night? Was I screwing Sinatra the night before? You bet! Everyone told me you were a goddamn lunatic, but I didn't listen. It's no wonder Kate Hepburn dumped your demented ass! Shut your goddamn mouth! Get out, you pathetic freak! Get out! Is everything all right, sir? Take out all the bugs. Except for the one on the bedroom phone. Sir, the FBI are at the house. This is outrageous! Everything in these offices is the private property of Hughes Productions. My legal counsel is on the way. Federal warrant. Don't interfere with this search, sir.