Johnny Meyer:
Kate, sweetie, you and Howard ought to cook up a picture - costar with Errol. I could sell that in spades.
Errol Flynn:
That would be marvelous. Howard?
Katharine Hepburn:
I think not. Don't you read Variety, Mr. Meyer? Why, I'm box-office poison. I'm on the outs, the skids, the doldrums, washed-up, day-old fish not worth the eating, so they tell me.
Errol Flynn:
Hell with them. Hell with them, my dear. Soulless pricks to a man, right?
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