Hallie Morgan curled her lips, looking at him she complained, "Isn't it the case of near vermilion get red, near ink get black? It must be from being around you, a capitalist, for so long that I've learned all this messy stuff. I didn't understand any of it before."
Oh, blame it all on him!
Dylan Collins said, "Alright, alright, are you sure you can recoup the investment with this?"
"Yes, yes. Of course, the premise is that I'm the one acting. If Catherine York acts, it's just another art film, nothing new. Right? The audience certainly won't buy it. However, if they see me acting, it might be different. Those who hate me may go to the cinema to watch it, just to justify their hate. Those who like me would also go to the cinema to support me. And passersby, because the combination is fresh, might also go in to see it, right?"
"...."
