"Shall I call in Sato to help you dress, Roody?"
"Please—no! Just to have him in the room with his yellowness and tiptoes makes me nervous like a cat."
"I got your shirt and studs laid out myself."
He pinched her cheek again. "Rosie Posy!"
"You had a hard day, Roody? You look tired."
"I don't like the battle of Waterloo in the 'Saint Elba' picture."
"Roody, that scene it took such a fortune to build into the shape of the letter A?"
"It looks like what is it. Fake! The way it reads in that French Revolution by that fellow Carlyle they gave me to read and the way it looks in the picture is the difference of black from white. For fifty thousand dollars more or less on a four-hundred-thousand-dollar picture I don't have a fake Waterloo."
"I should say not, Roody, when you're famous for your water scenes in all your big pictures! In 'The Lure of Silk' it's the scenes on the water they went craziest over."
"I've already got the passage engaged for next week to shoot the company over to France. That windmill scene on Long Island looks as much like the windmill north of Fleuris, where Napoleon could see the Blucher troops from, as I look like a windmill scene. 'Sol,' I says, 'it looks just like what it is—a piece of pasteboard out of the storehouse set up on a rock. Eat those feet of film, Sol,' I says to him, 'plant 'em, drown 'em—anything you like with 'em. That kind of fake stuff won't make 'Saint Elba' the greatest picture ever released, and every picture turned out from these studios has got to be just that.' I wish you could have heard, Rosie, in the projection-room, quiet like a pin after I came out with it."