The Life and Death of Peter Sellers2004

Peter Sellers:
[while changing his daughter's nappy] Those film people won't have anything to do with me, Mum. It was my fifth audition this week.

Peg Sellers:
What do they say to you?

Peter Sellers:
Same thing they always say to me, not good looking enough, not magnetic enough. "Stick to radio, dear, that's what you're good at." Keep being the ringmaster in a circus of twits. Maybe I should just be content.

Peg Sellers:
You simpering cow. How can you be content changing nappies in a four room flat like a woman? You want to be a failure like your father, keep mewling about contentment.

Peter Sellers:
That's not very fair, Peg.

Peg Sellers:
I didn't bring you up to be content. I didn't slog round third-rate music halls doing 3 shows a night so you could powder your baby's bottom and whine about how no one gives the radio man a chance. Peter, no one's gonna hand it to you, you want success, you got to go out and take it. Bite the hand that feeds you, then there'll always be another hand with more food and they'll be impressed by the sharpness of your teeth!