Dianne Wiest credited as playing...
Helen Sinclair
- Helen Sinclair: No, no, don't speak. Don't speak. Please don't speak. Please don't speak. No. No. No. Go. Go, gentle Scorpio, go. Your Pisces wishes you every happy return.
- David Shayne: Just one...
- Helen Sinclair: Don't speak.
- Helen Sinclair: Two martinis please, very dry.
- David Shayne: How'd you know what I drank?
- Helen Sinclair: Oh, you want one too? Three.
- Helen Sinclair: You stand on the brink of greatness. The world will open to you like an oyster. No... not like an oyster. The world will open to you like a magnificent vagina.
- Helen Sinclair: She's perky all right. She makes you want to sneak up behind her with a pillow and suffocate her.
- Sid Loomis: You're a star because you're great and you are a great star, but let me tell you something, Helen. In the last couple of years you're better known as an adulteress and a drunk. And I say this in all due respect.
- Helen Sinclair: Look, I haven't had a drink since New Year's Eve.
- Sid Loomis: You're talking Chinese New Year's.
- Helen Sinclair: Naturally. Still, that's two days, Sid! You know how long that is for me?
- [Helen is late for rehearsal]
- Helen Sinclair: Please forgive me. My pedicurist had a stroke. She fell forward onto the orange stick and plunged it into my toe. It required bandaging.
- David Shayne: Your taste is exquisite.
- Helen Sinclair: [correcting] My taste is superb. My eyes are exquisite.
- David Shayne: You thought my first draft was c-cerebral and tepid?
- Helen Sinclair: Only the plot and the dialogue. But this...
- David Shayne: Was-was-was there nothing in the original draft that you feel was worth saving?
- Helen Sinclair: The stage directions were lucid. Best I've ever seen... and the color of the binder. Good choice.
- David Shayne: Thank you. I've always had a flair for stage directions.
- Helen Sinclair: Make love to me.
- David Shayne: Here? Now?
- Helen Sinclair: I see no reason to wait.
- David Shayne: Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door.
- Helen Sinclair: Yes, he's a wonderful composer. You'll have to meet him. Now hang up your pants.
- Helen Sinclair: We're having dinner Sunday night with Gene O'Neill. He's heard that your writing is morbid and depressing. He's dying to meet you.
- [Helen complains about her role]
- Helen Sinclair: She's dowdy. Sid, the ingenue has all the hot lines. Even the female psychiatrist is a better role.
- Sid Loomis: But the role of Sylvia Poston is the lead.
- Helen Sinclair: "Sylvia Poston." Even the *name* reeks of Orbach's. I do Electra. I do Lady Macbeth. I do plays by Noel and Phil Barry, or at least Max Anderson.
- Helen Sinclair: [pointing wistfully out the train window, after taking a swig of paint remover] See the little towns going by.
- Helen Sinclair: Oh, Julian. Julian Marx. I do plays put on by Balasco, or Sam Harris, not some Yiddish pant salesman turned producer. My ex-husband used to say, "If you're gonna go down, go down with the best of them."
- Sid Loomis: Which ex-husband?
- Helen Sinclair: Oh, I don't know which ex-husband. The one with the moustache.