Documente Academic
Documente Profesional
Documente Cultură
Robin Williger.
(applause)
Whoo!
in Washington, D.C.
(audience murmuring)
(booing, hissing)
1,200 people.
Genghis,
and me,
Nick Naylor,
(shutter clicking)
I'm him
on crack.
(cheers, applause)
Joan,
(applause)
BRjust happens
to be mine.
(applause nearby)
(door opening)
Thank you so much for coming.
Mr. Naylor?
Ah.
Right.
How about...
movie stars?
(laughing)
What's that?
No.
No.
Well, she doesn't exactly sound
Am I right?
KI DS: Yes.
KI DS: No.
Exactly.
Okay, then.
All right.
Why?
Any ideas?
I don't know.
I'm lucky my product only makes them bald before it kills them.
Sawyer, probably.
You're fucked.
Why?
maybe just box her out, get in there before she does.
(gunshot)
- Yet. - Yet.
Joe, you're not writing down what I just said are you?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Why?
I mean, "A,"
Hmm?
Dad.
I'm sorry.
Bullshit.
Yes, exactly.
Two pages.
Two pages...
Write about...
I can do that?
I feel better.
(gunshot)
(gunfire)
MAN 1: Is he?
MAN 2: Yeah.
Hey.
Nick.
Sure, Brad.
a real killer.
Doctor.
to big tobacco.
(reporters clamoring)
We sell cigarettes.
If I may.
In 1910,
Three things.
A world war,
Movies?
19 years old.
Pure sex.
She says,
is smoking is cool.
We need the cast of Will and Grace
Thank you.
What'd he think?
Not me.
He introduced filters
Nick, my boy.
Thank you.
Yeah.
No, sir.
Hmm.
Really?
As Churchill said,
Tell me,
Yes, sir.
It's challenging...
- (chuckles) - My pleasure.
Mm-hmm.
And loyal.
Yes, sir?
to speak on my behalf.
So, when
Fucking nonprofits.
he should be hopeless.
He should have a wheelchair.
hopeless.
(chuckles)
(laughs)
I hope.
(laughs)
Nick,
Mr. Naylor?
Hi.
Thank you.
BR.
Pleasant flight?
I wouldn't know.
Yeah.
Who?
Whatever.
Of course,
Nice.
Mm-hmm.
Nice skin.
Amazing tits.
Thank you.
Heather Holloway.
Is this kosher?
By all means.
- Nick. - Nick.
An '82 Margaux.
Okay. Is it good?
- You. - Really?
I'm...
Interesting.
Good.
Mm-hmm.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
(chuckles)
You're bad.
- Really? - Yeah.
I live in my apartment.
(chuckles)
(sizzling)
(pots clattering)
to California?
What?
Excuse me?
I'll understand.
That's my boy.
Nick?
Who's this with you? How are you, dude? What's going on?
We actually had some problems at first with the exterior mirrored glass.
Yeah, they got three-picture deals at Paramount- I'm sure they'll live.
Generous gift.
No.
Exactly.
(bell dings)
Hey, Neal.
and I'm gonna feed her dead body to my dog with syphilis.
- Mm-hmm. - Fantastic.
(quietly): Okay, Joey, I'm gonna bring your dad in now.
(quietly): Quarterback.
Jeff Megall.
Nick Naylor.
- into the hands of somebody other than the usual RAVs. - Sure.
a real winner.
Why not?
The future?
So cigarettes in space?
Probably.
whatever device.
Brad Pitt.
Catherine Zeta-Jones.
You know,
Sector Sixes.
Wow.
You enjoy the rest of your day in L.A. With your son
Now,
so do multinational corporations.
- But... you didn't prove that vanilla's the best. - I didn't have to.
convince me.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Synergy.
No problem.
Sunday.
(laughs softly)
(groans)
(line ringing)
No gag agreement?
Can I come?
Uh... uh...
Dad!
Let's talk.
Honey, why don't you show this young man some iced tea?
(hissing)
Strange business.
Marlboro.
I smoked Kools.
(phone rings)
Hello.
Yeah, basically.
controlled outrage.
Watch it on MSNBC.
and you pour all the cash out onto the floor.
Wait a minute.
Lorne, whoa.
So would I.
(clears throat)
Welcome, Senator.
before Congress?
Well, I'd love to, Dennis, but not as long as the senator
Well, not as mixed as the stance that Big Tobacco has taken
Emotional issue.
for all the pain and suffering he's caused in the world.
(click)
Let's go.
(chuckling)
(moans)
New idea:
(chuckling)
Right.
(TVplaying)
All right.
Huh?
Pardon me?
Look, I mean,
Okay, 435,000.
Wowee.
11,000.
30 a day.
I'll say.
Thank you.
(motor revs)
(tires screech)
(grunting, groaning)
(tires screeching)
Hey, wait.
So many people.
Hey!
One pack?
"constipation, dyspepsia,
"dysmenorrhea..."
love.
crisp bacon...
Oh, Nick...
(filtered applause)
(machine beeping)
I was so scared.
Hey, Joey.
(sighs heavily)
What happened?
Hey, Captain,
Winston-Salem General.
That's no problem.
This just goes to prove what I've been saying for so long.
Fucking kidnapping.
Shh!
I don't know.
Cool.
Yeah, huh?
I mean, uh...
Thanks.
(applause)
Hey!
Welcome back.
Really?
Fuckers.
What?
Who?
Heather?
No.
In passing.
Hey, he didn't fuck her. You didn't fuck her, did you?
When?
In passing.
Oh, God.
LUTCH: This did not stop Nick from bribing the dying man
(beep)
Heather.
Nick...
Bitch.
Whore.
No, no, no. You can't pull me from the congressional hearing.
(singing ends)
(beep)
(over answering machine): Mr. Naylor, this is Pete in Security from the
Academy.
(beep)
(beep)
~~ [Man Singing]
(knocking on door)
(pounding on door)
Who is it?
Let me in.
(sighs softly)
No.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, Dad.
So, this Heather Holloway, she must have been pretty hot.
"If you want an easy job, go work for the Red Cross."
You're a lobbyist.
Your job is to be right, and you're the best at what you do.
"Sultan of spin"?
You are.
the logger...
When?
Look.
Why is he smiling?
Glorious tits.
Well, look, I'm sure both of you are under a lot of scrutiny.
Thank you.
That is disgusting.
It's American.
I don't know.
humiliation.
(chuckles)
I mean, how would you get back in even if you wanted to?
Uh-oh.
(reporters clamoring)
but to all the people in my life whose only crime is knowing me.
(reporters clamoring)
Mr. Naylor!
Let it be known
(all clamoring)
(TVshuts off)
(phone rings)
Good.
(beeping)
(electronic squealing)
Why don't you all go ahead?
(clears throat)
Gentlemen, ladies.
Poison.
by masthead anymore.
To the coalition...
By, um...
And specifically
Mr...
Um...
Nick Naylor?
Mr. Naylor,
(amused buzz)
is thrilled.
Ohh.
(all laughing)
such as emphysema?
Yes.
Sir, I just don't see the point in a warning label for something people
already know.
Senator Lothridge?
That is ridiculous.
(audience murmuring)
That is lud...
Mr. Naylor,
are not for those who know, but rather for those who don't know.
(sighs)
Gentlemen...
who...
(chuckling)
Great.
Look, Nick.
(crowd clamoring)
Of course he will.
Nice.
POLLY: Right.
by removing cigarettes.
I believe that if these stars were alive today,
Joey Naylor.
- Yay! - Yay!
NICK: Joey!
POLLY: Joey!
That's my boy.
(Polly whooping)
And me?
Is it true?
NICK: Gentlemen,
to brain cancer."
(relieved sigh)
I talk.