Helen Sinclair Quotes in Bullets Over Broadway (1994)

Helen Sinclair: Two martinis please, very dry.

David Shayne: How'd you know what I drank?

Helen Sinclair: Oh, you want one too? Three.

Helen Sinclair: No, no, don't speak. Don't speak. Please don't speak. Please don't speak. No. No. No. Go. Go, gentle Scorpio, go. Your Pisces wishes you every happy return.

David Shayne: Just one...

Helen Sinclair: Don't speak.

Helen Sinclair: You stand on the brink of greatness. The world will open to you like an oyster. No... not like an oyster. The world will open to you like a magnificent vagina.

Helen Sinclair: She's perky all right. She makes you want to sneak up behind her with a pillow and suffocate her.

David Shayne: Your taste is exquisite.

Helen Sinclair: [correcting] My taste is superb. My eyes are exquisite.

Helen Sinclair: I'm still a star. I never play frumps or virgins.

David Shayne: You thought my first draft was c-cerebral and tepid?

Helen Sinclair: Only the plot and the dialogue. But this...

David Shayne: Was-was-was there nothing in the original draft that you feel was worth saving?

Helen Sinclair: The stage directions were lucid. Best I've ever seen... and the color of the binder. Good choice.

David Shayne: Thank you. I've always had a flair for stage directions.

Helen Sinclair: Make love to me.

David Shayne: Here? Now?

Helen Sinclair: I see no reason to wait.

David Shayne: Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door.

Helen Sinclair: Yes, he's a wonderful composer. You'll have to meet him. Now hang up your pants.

Sid Loomis: You're a star because you're great and you are a great star, but let me tell you something, Helen. In the last couple of years you're better known as an adulteress and a drunk. And I say this in all due respect.

Helen Sinclair: Look, I haven't had a drink since New Year's Eve.

Sid Loomis: You're talking Chinese New Year's.

Helen Sinclair: Naturally. Still, that's two days, Sid! You know how long that is for me?

[Helen is late for rehearsal]

Helen Sinclair: Please forgive me. My pedicurist had a stroke. She fell forward onto the orange stick and plunged it into my toe. It required bandaging.

Helen Sinclair: Oh, Julian. Julian Marx. I do plays put on by Balasco, or Sam Harris, not some Yiddish pant salesman turned producer. My ex-husband used to say, "If you're gonna go down, go down with the best of them."

Sid Loomis: Which ex-husband?

Helen Sinclair: Oh, I don't know which ex-husband. The one with the moustache.

[Helen complains about her role]

Helen Sinclair: She's dowdy. Sid, the ingenue has all the hot lines. Even the female psychiatrist is a better role.

Sid Loomis: But the role of Sylvia Poston is the lead.

Helen Sinclair: "Sylvia Poston." Even the *name* reeks of Orbach's. I do Electra. I do Lady Macbeth. I do plays by Noel and Phil Barry, or at least Max Anderson.