The Bad and the Beautiful1952

Georgia:
Well, you wouldn't come to my party, so I brought my party to you. Jonathan, it was so wonderful. Everything you wanted for me just as you promised. They applauded and cheered, and they oohh-ed and aahh-ed.

Shields:
Georgia, go back and enjoy it.

Georgia:
But there's no one to enjoy it with.

Shields:
Why that's silly! Everybody in town is fighting with each other to be near the new star.

Georgia:
You know what I mean, Jonathan.

Shields:
Georgia, I have to be alone tonight. After a picture is finished, something happens to me. It's a feeling of letdown, emptiness. It's bad. It gets worse. I can't help it.

Georgia:
I know, Syd and Harry have told me about that. Oh, but tonight.

Shields:
I will only depress you. I want you to go back, now. You've got bows to take. Take them.

Georgia:
Darling, I was afraid you might be angry or resent my coming here, but - but I had to take that chance. Why, right in the middle of everything, suddenly I knew one thing so clearly, the party's where you are. Depressed, or gay, or angry, or tender, or in any of your moods, I know them all.

Shields:
Georgia.

Georgia:
Oh, let's have our party, darling. We've got so much to celebrate. We'll ice the champagne, we'll light the fire, and we'll put on the records and dance, and I'll help you pull yourself out of this - the way you helped me. Oh, give me that chance, darling, please! [She hugs him] Please don't shut me out. Please!

[Lila enters]

Lila:
I thought you said you were gonna get rid of her quick.

Shields:
[to Georgia] Now will you go back to your party?

Lila:
The picture's finished, Georgia. You're business. I'm company.

Shields:
[to Lila] Shut up! Shut up and get back upstairs.

Lila:
All right. I forgot to tell you, Georgia, I saw the picture. Thought you were swell.

Shields:
Stop looking like that. Remember, I didn't ask you here. You couldn't stay where you belong, could you? You couldn't enjoy what I made possible for you. No. You'd rather have this. Well, congratulations, you've got it all laid out for you so you can wallow in pity for yourself. The betrayed woman. The wounded doe with all the drivel that goes with it going through your mind right now. Oh, he doesn't love me at all. He was lying. All those lovely moments, those tender words. He's lying. He's cheap and cruel. That low-woman Lila. Well, maybe I like Lilas. Maybe I like to be cheap once in a while. Maybe everybody does, or don't you remember? [She recoils] Get that look off your face! Who gave you the right to dig into me and turn me inside out and decide what I'm like. [He grabs her by the hair] How do you know how I feel about you, how deep it goes? Maybe I don't want anybody to own me. You or anybody. Get out! Get out! Get out!