And More, or Less (why the comma?
We, shall, see!)
Hes almost 23, and he looks like a Boy Scout ventriloquist dummy with a bowtie fetish.
Credit: Suzanne Tenner/FX
Bette has handbags older than this kid.
Or arooooomfull of fing agents.
Its nice to see her laugh again.)
The plot sounds sort of likeShowgirls, with a reverseBlack Swanending.
Pauline wrote it, and she wants to direct it too.
Mamacita promises shell make the case.
Does that mean the whole ideas D.O.A.?
Mamacitas side-eye says a thousand words.
At a special early preview forBaby Jane, theres dread in the air.
And in the lobby, Joan gets her fan-mob scene just like Sally Field at the mall inSoapdish.
The stink is gone.
(Because back then everybody actually ate carbs.
Hes a journeyman, basically, is what hes saying.
Still, Bob stands his ground and they leave it at a standoff.
Also, this: Im not turning you down because youre a woman.
Im turning you down because youre a nobody.
I have very few chances left, and my last chance is not going to be your first.
She can really articulate a thought when she wants to.
She nods sadly and stubs out her cigarette; thats exactly what Joe Mankiewicz said afterAll About Eve.
And ooh, look, its Frank Sinatra!
Think of the dust!
Sinatra doesnt do horses, son.
Joans tipsy tantrums are starting to sound like a dream.
The trials on set have not escaped Jack Warners notice.
(I hear the Sinatra dailies are unwatchable.
I also hear hes treating you like a half-wit toilet attendant.)
But hes also got a treat for Bob: further tales of old hags a.k.a.
script options for Bette, if he can make it through the Sinatra thing alive.
Exterior shot, anguished scream.
And that, my puppies, is the episode… more, or less.
BEST LINES
You hear that whistling sound?
Its a bomb falling.
Its gonna land in 400 theaters, all at the same time.
Bob Aldrich onBaby Janes prospects
This is America.
Nobody can tell you youre crazy.
Mamacita
Its just like 1937 all over again.
Joan, to MamacitaWhen Hitler took Austria?
MamacitaNo, when they labeled me box-office poison.
I couldnt get arrested in this goddamn town.
It is your goddamn fiduciary responsibility.
Mamacita, explaining male migration patterns
