[Tommy orders Juliette off the set for make-up after seeing a pimple on her shoulder]
Greg Sestero:
W-what are you doing? Why are you acting like this?
Tommy Wiseau:
I make American movie. She needs to look sexy. Beautiful!
[Greg grabs Tommy off the set]
Greg Sestero:
Come here. Fuck, man.
Tommy Wiseau:
I know I'm hard on her.
Greg Sestero:
Yeah, you're hard, but it's not just that. What's going on with you?
Tommy Wiseau:
Stanley Kubrick, he nice to actors? Alfred Hitchcock? Let me tell you something, Greg. He do this movie, Birds.
Greg Sestero:
Yeah, I'm aware of The Birds.
Tommy Wiseau:
On this movie, he terrify actors. He locked them in room, he throw, he throw birds at them. Real birds! Nasty stuff. The actors, they crack every day. But this movie win every award. Is Mr. Hitchcock bad man? No. He great director!
Greg Sestero:
Yeah, but he was an asshole, and I bet he didn't direct with his fucking dick out.
Tommy Wiseau:
Oh, really? Well, maybe we check the record, okay? And you know, for your information, where director come from, dictator. Rest my case.
Greg Sestero:
You can't treat them like this! it's not right!
Tommy Wiseau:
I treat them how I treat them! If anyone needs to be upset here, it's me, quite frankly.
Greg Sestero:
Wait - why?
Tommy Wiseau:
I give them job, I give them salary. I already spent five million dollars on this movie, Greg.
Greg Sestero:
My God, are you kidding me? Five million dollars...?
Tommy Wiseau:
And they are not grateful! Nobody respect my vision! I know what they say, Greg. I hear them. Nobody trust me. Not even you, Greg!
Greg Sestero:
That's... what are you...
Tommy Wiseau:
Oh, see? You don't even trust me!
[Tommy proceeds to walk back into the set]
