Don:
Well, we movie stars get the glory. I guess we have to take the little heartaches that go with it. People think we lead lives of glamour and romance, but we're really lonely - terribly lonely.
Kathy:
I don't go to the movies much - if you've seen one, you've seen them all...Oh, no offense. Movies are entertaining enough for the masses, but the personalities on the screen just don't impress me. I mean, they don't talk. They don't act. They just make a lot of dumb show...
...
Kathy:
Acting means great parts, wonderful lines, speaking of glorious words, Shakespeare, Ibsen.
Don:
Words, tell me, what's your lofty mission in life that lets you sneer at my humble profession?
Kathy:
I'm an actress.
Don:
What?...
Kathy:
On the stage.
Don:
Oh, on the stage. Well, I'd like to see you act. What are you in right now? I could brush up on my English, or uh, bring along an interpreter, that is, if they'd let in a movie actor.
Kathy:
Well, I'm not in a play right now, but I will be. I'm going to New York.
Don:
Oh, you're going to New York and then some day we'll all hear of you, won't we? Kathy Selden as Juliet, as Lady Macbeth, as King Lear. You'll have to wear a beard for that one, of course.
Kathy:
Oh, you can laugh if you want to, but at least the stage is a dignified profession.
Don:
[scoffing] Dignified profession!
Kathy:
And what do you got to be so conceited about? You're nothing but a shadow on film, a shadow. You're not flesh and blood.
Don:
Oh, no? [He moves closer to kiss her amorously]
Kathy:
Stop! [She pushes him away]
Don:
What can I do to you? I'm only a shadow.
Kathy:
You keep away from me. Just because you're a big movie star, wild parties, swimming pools, you expect every girl to fall in a dead faint at your feet. Well, don't you touch me.
Don:
Fear not, sweet lady! I will not molest you. I am but a humble jester. And you. You are TOO far above me. Farewell, Ethel Barrymore! I must tear myself from your side. [Kathy then laughs hysterically as Don's suit rips while he gets out of her car]
