Transcription: Action, action, action. Aw, headache again, Mr. Beckwith. You got it, babe. You carry too much responsibility on your shoulders. Who could possibly do all that you do? Let me a cigarette, would you, doll? Are you worried about me? that movie you're directing Mr. Beckwith, or is it that annoying interview you have to do to promote it? Both. I can't seem to get my mind off either. You work too hard, Arvin. That's all I know how to do. That and fuck. You fuck too hard, too. What's too hard? Well, it becomes so important to you that you no longer enjoy it. I'm sorry I don't enjoy it. Your headache ...