the end of everything is so near, why on earth would you think she's going to start listening to me now?
perhaps you hold on to the old ways to much. the cast and crew are assembled yet nothing can be done. cause the director keeps to many secrets.
i'm not the director of anything, ballerina.
if i could walk out of this play i'd do it in a heartbeat.
in the face of her anger, trust me, i'd sell out each and every one of you if it meant i got to walk away from this alive.
i'm not your man. not for this task. maybe not for any task.
i know of no other 