Secret Window2004

John Shooter:
You stole my story.

Mort:
I'm... I'm sorry, do I... I don't believe I know you.

John Shooter:
I know that, that doesn't matter, I know you Mr. Rainey, that's what matters. You stole my story.

Mort:
You're mistaken. I don't read manuscripts.

John Shooter:
You read this one already. You stole it.

Mort:
I can assure you...

John Shooter:
I know you can. I know that. I don't want to be assured.

Mort:
If you want to talk to somebody about some grievance you feel you may have, you can call my literary agent.

John Shooter:
This is between you and me.

John Shooter:
We don't need no outsiders, Mr. Rainey.

Mort:
I don't like being accused of plagiarism, if that is in fact what you are accusing me of. Chico inside.

John Shooter:
I don't blame you for not liking it but you did it.

Mort:
You're gonna have to leave. I have nothing more to say.

John Shooter:
Yeah, I'll go. We'll talk more later.

Mort:
I'm not taking that.

John Shooter:
Won't do you no good to play games with me, Mr. Rainey. This has got to be settled.

Mort:
As far as I'm concerned it is.