NORMA

I want the coffin to be white.

And I want it specially lined with satin. White, or deep pink.

She picks up the shawl to make up her mind about the color. From under the shawl flops down a dead arm. Gillis stares and recoils a little. It is like a child’s arm, only black and hairy.

NORMA

Maybe red, bright flaming red.

Gay. Let’s make it gay.

Gillis edges closer and glances down. Under the shawl he sees the sad, bearded face of a dead chimpanzee.

Norma drops back the shawl.

NORMA

How much will it be? I warn you—

don’t give me a fancy price just

because I’m rich.

GILLIS

Lady, you’ve got the wrong man.

—Sunset Boulevard

Charles Brackett, Billy Wilder, D. M. Marshman, Jr.