That's the only reason the poor slobs pay you - to see their names in my column all over the world. Now, I make it out, you're doing 'me' a favor?... The day I can't get along without a press agents' handouts, I'll close up shop and move to Alaska, lock, stock, and barrel.
J.J. Hunsecker, The Sweet Smell of Success. (1957)
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