Sunset Blvd.

— You're Norma Desmond! You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big!
— I am big. It's the pictures that got small.

— You really sending it to DeMille?
— Yes, I am. This is the day. Here's the chart from my astrologer. She read my horoscope and DeMille's.
— She read the script?

— So you need $300. Of course I could give you $300. Only I'm not going to.
— No?
— Get this. I'm not just your agent. It's not the ten percent. I'm your friend.
— You are?
— Don't you know the finest things were written on an empty stomach? Once a talent gets in that Mocambo — Romanoff rut, you're through.