S.O.B.

00:05:11 Excuse me, Mr. Farmer, but John John wants his ball.

00:10:52 - That's all I need. Another director. - Speaking of directors...

00:14:36 They have newspapers to sell.

00:22:05 Here goes nothing.

00:25:05 They just pulled him out of the Pacific Ocean, for Christ's sake.

00:29:23 - Why should tonight be any different? - And we're out of vodka.

00:32:46 I thought, maybe after dinner we'd go dancing.

00:36:01 Okay. See you on the beach.

00:42:23 Yeah?

00:47:49 We'll make Gillian West, businesswoman, into a nymphomaniac executive.

00:51:14 ...and stock.

00:55:19 ...I am full of fire, Culley.

00:59:44 Fifteen years of nun's habits and turtleneck bathing suits and now...

01:03:01 She'd have no trouble at all if she decided to sue Mr. Farmer.

01:10:13 Cut it.

01:13:13 You're going to let that shyster on?

01:17:11 - Polly. - Reed.

01:24:17 I suppose I am a bit.

01:29:07 Shit!

01:35:37 - Who are you talking to? - Culley.

01:39:36 Come on.

01:43:56 Because you smell like a boiler room urinal and Felix is the only one who doesn't mind.

01:48:51 Oh, my God.

01:56:35 So long, pal.