"Fuck that, Angela. Ya didn't escape The Blitz, and bury two husbands to be told no! Ya walk down to the Walter Kerr Theater and tell those bastards that ya are Madame Armfeldt!"
"I don't know, Bea. I think they'll give me every consideration. After all, I've a long Broadway track record."
"Yeah, but ya spent a dozen years on TV. Theater people have the memory of a flea. Ya gotta fight for that role."
"Perhaps I'll drop a line to Zeta-Jones. She just signed on, and I'm sure she'd recommend me."
"I'll talk to Catherine."
"Please don't. After all, it's not up to her. It's up to the director."
"You're right. I'll lean on the director."
"Oh, dear. Please don't do anything untoward."
"I drove a truck in the Marine Corps, Angela. I think I know how to lean on someone."
"Oh, my...."
"Do you know what fragging is?"
"No."
"Don't worry. This will never come back to you."
"Bea, please don't--"
"Message received."
"No, no. I'm saying, Don't."
"Duly noted. Consider yourself blameless.
"Oh, my...."
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