All the President's Men1976

Woodward:
What the hell were you doing rewriting my story?

Bernstein:
I sure couldn't hurt it, could I?

Woodward:
It was fine the way it was.

Bernstein:
It was bullshit the way it was.

Woodward:
I have to stand here and listen to the staff correspondent from Virginia?

Bernstein:
What have you been here, nine months? I been in this business since I was sixteen.

Woodward:
And you've had some f***ing meteoric rise, that's for sure. By the time you turn forty you might be the head of the Montana bureau.

Bernstein:
You only got the job because both you and Bradlee went to Yale.

Woodward:
Bradlee went to Harvard.

Bernstein:
They're all the same, all those Ivy League places. They teach you about striped ties and suddenly you're smart.

Woodward:
I'm smart enough to know my story was solid.

Bernstein:
Mine's better.

Woodward:
No way.

Bernstein:
Read 'em both and you'll see.

[Woodward reads the stories]

Woodward:
Crap.

Bernstein:
Is mine better?

[Woodward nods]

Woodward:
What is it about my writing that's so rotten?

Bernstein:
Mainly it has to do with your choice of words.