The Fan

Jake:
Oh come on babe, whats the matter?

Sally Ross:
What's the matter? I've got a show to do in five days, the lighting man appears to be learning on the set, my secertary has been attacked, David is dead, and oh yes their is some fruit cake out there who want's to kill me. Now to satisfy you more will you please get the hell out of here!

Douglas Breen:
Dear b*tch, see how accessible you are? How would you liked to be f***ed with a meat cleaver?

Belle Goldman:
Dear Mr. Breen. Point one: I have no intention of showing your tasteless letter to Ms. Ross. Point two: I believe there is a law against sending pornography through the mail. Point three: If you should be so ill-advised as to write her any more letters, I can assure you there will be no reply.

Douglas Breen:
Now I know why I haven't heard from you. Your secretary has been intercepting my letters. Obviously she is jealous of our relationship. Her possessiveness worries me. Has it occurred to you that she might have lesbian tendencies? I think you should get rid of her. I will put all of this in a letter and deliver it to you directly. I won't use my last name or return address. You know where to write me.

Sally Ross:
Look, how long have we been together?

Belle Goldman:
Seven years. I must be a masochist.

Sally Ross:
And I'm a spoiled b*tch.

Belle Goldman:
One of the greatest.