Michael Dorsey:
Are you saying that nobody in New York will work with me?
George Fields:
No, no, that's too limited... nobody in Hollywood wants to work with you either. I can't even set you up for a commercial. You played a *tomato* for 30 seconds - they went a half a day over schedule because you wouldn't sit down.
Michael Dorsey:
Of course. It was illogical.
George Fields:
YOU WERE A TOMATO. A tomato doesn't have logic. A tomato can't move.
Michael Dorsey:
That's what I said. So if he can't move, how's he gonna sit down, George? I was a stand-up tomato: a juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato. Nobody does vegetables like me. I did an evening of vegetables off-Broadway. I did the best tomato, the best cucumber... I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their ass.
George Fields:
Michael, Michael... you're a brilliant actor. But there's nothing I can do for you. I think you ought to get some therapy.
Michael Dorsey:
[quietly determined]
George, I'm going to raise $8,000 and I'm going to do Jeff's play.
George Fields:
[shaking his head]
Michael, you haven't been listening. You're not gonna raise 25 cents.
[slowly]
George Fields:
No one will hire you.
Michael Dorsey:
Oh, yeah?
[Smash cut to Madison Avenue, with people coming and going. The focus gradually notices one woman moving forward unsteadily in high heels. She is Michael]
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