At this very moment those pictures are on the way to Washington where the FBI has experts in this type of identification.
Does the FBI have a habit of cleaning up after multiple murders?
-Yes. Why do you think it’s run by a man called Hoover?
Yes, well, as you’ve already said, Mr. Hoover, motion pictures are for the people.
Your pictures one after another are losing money. Theater owners voted you “box office poison”. Still for years I’ve paid no attention. You know me, Joan. I don’t give up so easily. We’ll pay you off on your contract. But you can’t afford to make three or four more losers for us.
Okay boys, let’s take some pictures!
They immediately take pictures off the wall.
Another time, I met a guy - he was in the pictures. Went out to the Riverside Dance Palace with him.
It’ll be a cold day in hell when Harry Flugleman lets an actor tell him what to do!
Audiences don’t know somebody sits down and writes a picture; they think the actors make it up as they go along.
Such an audience needs something stronger than a pretty little love story. So why shouldn’t I write of monsters?
You’re off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters!
Man, you sure know a lot about monsters.
There’s something down here, it’s carnivorous. Whatever it is it appears to be… human. I’d say it’s a size 17, about 360 pounds, 8 and a half to 9 feet tall and he has a bad gimp in his right leg and, ah, 3 copper teeth.
He can’t stay down with three barrels. Not with three barrels, he can’t.
- Stay down. You’re beat. - -
- You’re gonna hafta kill me…
I can do this all day.
I got nowhere else to go.
Where do you want me to go?
Remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills, but if you ride yonder, head up, eyes steady, heart open, I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.
I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.