"It'll be an impact all right."
"You write the script the way I tell you. I don't want to argue anymore. I like you, Ronnie."
"If you want a sexy script I'll make it sexy without being lewd."
"Sexy? Don't be vulgar. I want a down to earth picture like the French and Italians make. I want to surpass them with my realism."
"David, what good would it do if I did write the scenario your way? The scene would never be shot."
"Enough," he screamed. He clutched his chest. "I feel an attack coming on. Leave me. Get out."
Dwight Howard was chief production man at Silver Studios. He listened gravely as I spilled my heart out to him.
"He's a great director," Dwight Howard said. He was a large man with tiny ears, liquid blue eyes, and the cigars he smoked cost a buck a stogie.
"Sure," I said. "A great goofy director. He's nuts just like all directors."