men you want to throw themselves out of a twelfth storey window for the price of the rent of a room in a hospital. I hope you'll give Imperia some nice snappy stuff like that for her film. Say she has been driven by the villain to climb a ninety-foot pine-tree and escapes by clinging to the wing of a passing aeroplane.
Would she do that? the trembling Ambrose demanded, in awe of such potential prowess.
Ringrose and his friend roared with laughter.
Hell no! Some stunt woman would double for her, explained the comedy director.
You mean ten will, for a stunt like that, inserted a comely actor. Good thing too. They like it. The more that's killed, the less competition.
There's too much competition all over the place, remarked another actor. Why, there must be at least seven thousand guys peddling the bush.
The place is beginning to look like a synagogue on Yom Kippur, said Ringrose.
They all roared.
The comely actor grew confidential. Have you seen my new picture? he inquired of Ambrose.
Ambrose knew neither the name of the actor nor of the film, but he was quite within the bounds of truth
