2:12:01
...I asked you if we could start
rehearsals next week and you said yes.
2:12:08
- Well, we can.
- So let me see it. Where is it?
2:12:13
Here.
2:12:15
It's all right here in my noodle.
The rest is just scribbling.
2:12:21
Scribbling and bibbling.
Bibbling and scribbling.
2:12:27
- Like a drink?
- Look, you little cunt!
2:12:30
Do you know how many
people I've hired?
2:12:33
- Leave him alone!
- I'm paying them!
2:12:35
- He's doing his best.
- Paying them to wait. It's ridiculous!
2:12:40
You know what's ridiculous?
Your libretto!
2:12:43
Only an idiot would ask him
to work on that!
2:12:46
Twelve-foot snakes, magic flutes?
2:12:49
What's so intelligent about a Requiem?
2:12:52
Money. Money.
2:12:58
You're mad.
2:13:00
She's mad.
2:13:02
- Oh, yes?
- Wolfie, write it down.
2:13:06
Just write it down.
2:13:08
On paper.
2:13:10
It's no use to anybody in your head.
2:13:13
To hell with your death Mass!
2:13:18
Calm yourself.
What's the matter with you?
2:13:21
- I won't work there anymore.
- What happened?
2:13:25
You don't know what it's like.
2:13:28
"Herr Mozart" frightens me.
2:13:31
He drinks all day...
2:13:33
...then takes all that medicine
and it makes him worse.
2:13:37
Is he working?
2:13:40
Oh, I am frightened, sir, really!
2:13:43
- When he speaks, he makes no sense.
- Is he working?
2:13:50
I suppose so.
2:13:53
He sits there all the time,
doing some silly opera.
2:13:57
- Opera?
- Don't ask me to go back again.