A Starlet in Vinewood/Script
Peter Dreyfuss: Love yourself.
Franklin Clinton: Hey, you Peter Dreyfuss? I said are you Peter Dreyfuss?
Peter Dreyfuss: Who are you? You want an autograph? No offense, but I'm not reading any screenplays.
Franklin Clinton: Huh?
Peter Dreyfuss: I mean... you're from the hood. Right? You don't wanna pick up the guns 'cause like, if you pick up the guns everybody dies. It's tragedy. Pathos. Tedium. I'm bored. Unless, y'know, you're here to copulate?
Franklin Clinton: I'm here to what?
Peter Dreyfuss: People, they wanna consume me, they always have. To touch the them, y'know, so to speak. And who's to hold that against? I don't. So what time is it? I got a few minutes before my colonic, y'know, if you... wanna suck me off. I wouldn't mind.
Franklin Clinton: Motherfucker, do I look like I'm here to suck you off?
Peter Dreyfuss: I don't know what you're here for, chum. You're like some barely credible deus ex machina sent here by random chance. In order to challenge my impending divinity.
Franklin Clinton: Man, I don't know what the fuck you just said but guess what? I'm here for this, chum.
Peter Dreyfuss: Hey, what's this about?
Franklin Clinton: Do you know her?
Peter Dreyfuss: Security!
Franklin Clinton: What's her name?
Peter Dreyfuss: Security! This guy is trying to rape me!
Franklin Clinton: Leonora Johnson.
Peter Dreyfuss: It's not what you think.
Franklin Clinton: The one whose parents you fucked over after you killed her just because you could.
Peter Dreyfuss: How much you want? How much money you want?
Franklin Clinton: I got enough motherfucking money, homie.
Peter Dreyfuss: I'm famous. Fuck you! I can do whatever I want. Thos are the rules, civilian!
(Peter Dreyfuss starts running away from Franklin)
Peter Dreyfuss: Get away from me! I'm an artist. I'm not bound by the petty laws of the masses. Please. I've got too much left to give.
(If Franklin sabotages Dreyfuss' car)
Peter Dreyfuss: Oh, shit! My tires are blown!
(If Franklin has moved Dreyfuss' car)
Peter Dreyfuss: Where the hell is my car?
(If Dreyfuss starts to drive away)
Franklin Clinton: I'll paint you all over the streets, motherfucker!
Note: Clinton and Dreyfuss exchange other dialogue if an extended chase ensues.
(If Franklin kills Peter Dreyfuss)
Franklin Clinton: Say hello to Leonora, motherfucker.