Richard Smith-Jones: I'm cancelling.
Geoffrey Tennant: No, Richard, we can make this thing work.
Richard Smith-Jones: It's cancelled.
Geoffrey Tennant: Richard ...
Richard Smith-Jones: It's over!
Geoffrey Tennant: Let me tell Charles.
Richard Smith-Jones: Be my guest, use my phone.
Geoffrey Tennant: Well, I can't right now. He's over at the hospital, having a brain scan. I'm going over and I'll tell him then.
Richard Smith-Jones: Good. And hey, while you're there, why don't you see if you can snag one of these brain scans for yourself.
Geoffrey Tennant: I know, you haven't seen it but I have. Charles is Lear. And what the hell is my mandate anyway? I'm supposed to be putting on great performances of great plays.
Richard Smith-Jones: Great! Then next season we start using live ammo.
(Richard and Geoffrey at Richard's office.)
Richard Smith-Jones: So, he's an addict.
Geoffrey Tennant: Well, you saw the needle. A hell of a shock. I don't know, I'm guessing he had some kind of an addictive personality, sort of syndrome maybe. Anyway, I think what you and I should do, we have got to find a methadone clinic, right now, right here in New Burbage.
Richard Smith-Jones: You fucking liar! He's got cancer!
Geoffrey Tennant: Barbara told you.
Richard Smith-Jones: Yes. You're gonna put a dying man on stage?
Geoffrey Tennant: Oh no, Richard, that really depends on how you define dying.
Richard Smith-Jones: Jesus, Geoffrey, this is not a philosophical discussion!
Geoffrey Tennant: What was I supposed to do? He begged me not to tell anybody. It's his dying wish!
Richard Smith-Jones: Geoffrey, if my dying wish is to drive a city bus blindfolded, you know, do us all a favour, you say no!
(Charles is supposed to enter the scene. He's all mixed up, obviously taking the play for real.)
Oliver Wells: He thinks he's Lear!
Richard Smith-Jones: Geoffrey! Geoffrey!
Geoffrey Tennant: You have to go out there and tell them that we're cancelling.
Richard Smith-Jones: I can't. You know ... no, you go this time!
Geoffrey Tennant: Oh no, I don't think I can, I think I'll start weeping.
Richard Smith-Jones: And you think I won't?
(Charles is raving at his dressing room because Anna wouldn't let him shoot up heroin. Geoffrey is interfering.)
Geoffrey Tennant: Charles, look at me. The play, the Lear.
Charles Kingman: I am Lear.
Geoffrey Tennant: He's fine.
(Geoffrey is at Ellen's house trying to convince her to come back.)
Geoffrey Tennant: I cannot do this without you.
Ellen Fanshaw: This?
Geoffrey Tennant: The show, Lear.
Ellen Fanshaw: Oh, Lear.
Ellen Fanshaw: I quit!
Geoffrey Tennant: No, Ellen ...
Ellen Fanshaw: I can't take this anymore. This is too, too much. I deserve better than this.
Geoffrey Tennant: What are you quitting?
Ellen Fanshaw: Everything.
Ellen Fanshaw: What happened to us, Geoffrey? I thought at least we were friends.
Geoffrey Tennant: We were, we are friends ...
Oliver Wells: What would you know about friendship?
Geoffrey Tennant: ... and the last that I checked we were lovers taking a little break. And in any event, this has nothing to do with you ore with anyone else for that matter. This is about King Lear and Charles and I just try to give him his Lear.
(Oliver talking with Geoffrey.)
Oliver Wells: I think we should go back to couple's therapy.
Paul: You know what? This is really ridiculous. Just because she's in a musical company. She is an actor, Sophie. She is just like us.
Sophie: She's nothing like me.
Paul: She is.
Sophie: You're calling me an idiot?