:28:01
It was Wednesday night. Suddenly, Miss
Snotnose remembers my seven digits.
:28:06
This was one angry broad.
I say angry with a capital A.
:28:10
"The audacity you have, Mr. Evans, to
sign a director I've never heard of...
:28:14
...without consulting me. It's my property.
I'm doing the picture for slave wages.
:28:19
I'm living up to my option agreement.
Have you forgotten the word 'courtesy'?"
:28:23
I thought I was hyperventilating.
:28:26
Ali, why don't you come out to L.A.
Tomorrow? Take a look at Hiller's film.
:28:32
If you don't like it, we'll get someone
else. Trust me. I think you'll enjoy it.
:28:45
The next night at 5, I pick up Snotnose
MacGraw in the Beverly Hills Hotel.
:28:49
Did it bug me? You bet, needing
this starlet's nod of approval.
:28:54
I hoped she wouldn't like Hiller so I could
tell her she was a one-way ticket east.
:28:58
That her flick's over and out. Cancelled.
At least I'd get my nuts off.
:29:05
I'm saying to myself, Miss Charming
ain't gonna get to me tonight.
:29:12
I walked her through my front
doors, out and around my pool...
:29:15
...towards my projection room. What I was
thinking didn't work the way I thought.
:29:21
She looks up to me, with her
crooked tooth and all, and says:
:29:24
"I feel like I'm walking through
my own private park in Paris."
:29:28
Prepared for her bullshit,
it hardly made a ripple.
:29:31
Arthur Hiller's audition was ready to roll.
It never did. The screen never came down.
:29:37
Yeah, but Miss Flower Child Snotnose
soon got wet, very wet...
:29:42
...jumping into the egg-shaped pool totally
clothed, from her shoes to her headband.
:29:48
Me? I'm laughing on the inside,
but thinking, for a bohemian...
:29:52
...she sure as hell became
comfortable very quickly.
:29:55
Behind the so-called Beverly Hills gates,
with 2000 rose bushes...