our mettle. When I get through with this script it'll be O.K., but of course I have to work harder on it than I would if one of the boys around here had hatched it. I went over the whole affair with Phil first, but it's while we're grinding film that I make the most changes. And say, wait till I get to the cutting-room. Now, about that scene in the mountains, I wanted to know if you had any ideas about the set.
I'm sure whatever you suggest will be all right, Ambrose assured him.
Now you're speaking! I guess this picture'll be a hit. I wish more playwrights were like you. I wouldn't have any trouble then. The art director of this firm ought to be laying sewers in the streets, but when I tell him what I want things come out all right.
As Martell Hallam strolled away, Philip Lawrence muttered to Ambrose: The moronic bastard! How he gets away with it, I don't know. His pictures are all wows. He's got the brains of a night-watchman, but he never has a flop. He used to be a stage-hand and did his stuff in the cauliflower industry on the side. He's got a powerful left and isn't above pushing in the face of an evil ham now and then.
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