Bullets Over Broadway1994

Olive:
Can't you see? You're living out the exact same pattern your mother lived out with your father.

Cheech:
I am? Pray tell.

Olive:
In some way you're trying to relive it and in the process of reliving it, correct it. As if that were possible. HA.

Cheech:
It don't say "ha."

Olive:
I know it don't say "ha," I added that.

Cheech:
Are you allowed to do that? I don't think you're allowed to do that.

Olive:
We're allowed to add things. It's called ad-libbing.

Cheech:
Well, I think the whole thing stinks.

Olive:
Well, I think you're a degenerate zombie so shut up and read.

Cheech:
You shut up.

Olive:
You shut up and read.

Cheech:
you're lucky you're Nick's girl.

Olive:
You're lucky you're an idiot.