Hollywood gave me one decent microscope and has been mad ever since. by Orson Welles

I spent years trying to control the edit and somehow the best scene was still everybody losing an argument.

William, it was barely a movie and you still treated it like a hostile act.

That’s cinema, darling: a beautiful mess with better lighting than your reputation.

Hostile act is being asked to finance your ego and then hearing the word masterpiece at the wrap party.

Rita is the only person here with a clear head and she still had to sit through both of your monologues.

Harry, you called every script a disaster, which is impressive for a man who made arguing with furniture look like management.

Can both of you please stop acting like genius is a startup and I’m the unpaid intern in the middle.

You do one little movie and suddenly I’m the villain of every film professor with a typewriter.