"Jane Sampson, I remember telling you that you can't do kissing scenes."
"How is this considered a kissing scene? It's just Harry Humming giving Jane Blackwood a peck on the cheek, barely a touch, not a kiss on the mouth." Jane Sampson was so stunned she was at a loss for words, "International courtesy kisses are even more intimate than this."
"In any case, I forbid it, either use position substitution or just quit the role." James Black took the script, collected it, and placed it on the bedhead cabinet, "No room for negotiation, you make the call."
"Hey! James Black!" Jane Sampson stood up straightaway, "You're being unreasonable!"
"Here, my word is the law," James Black said.
"You overlord!" Jane Sampson was so angry she jumped up and down, her little hands already shaped into fists.
"Yes," James Black stood, admitting outright to Jane Sampson's accusations, "If you have any more objections, you won't be leaving the house at noon either."
