54 (1998)

Mike Myers: Steve Rubell

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• Steve Rubell : Not with that shirt.

  [Shane turns to leave, Steve grabs his arm] 

  Steve Rubell : I said, not with that shirt.

  [Shane pauses, then takes his shirt off, showing his six-pack] 

  Steve Rubell : Welcome to my party, handsome.

• Steve Rubell : Prison can be so fucking dull at night.

• Steve Rubell : Is he gorgeous?

  Viv : He's gorgeous. Look for yourself.

  Shane O'Shea : [voiceover]  I was warned that Steven didn't hire any dummies and I should be on my toes because he could ask some really tricky questions.

  Steve Rubell : What's two plus two?

  Shane O'Shea : Huh?

  Steve Rubell : You'll be fine.

• Steve Rubell : [to Greg while lying on top of his money on his bed]  Rhett, the brand-new bartender, quit. Thinks he's gonna model.

  Greg Randazzo : Really?

  Steve Rubell : Yeah. He, uh, met Scavullo and he thinks he's got it made.

  [chuckles] 

  Steve Rubell : You're a handsome guy. Bet you could model if you were a little taller. You're from Iowa or something, right?

  Greg Randazzo : New Jersey.

  Steve Rubell : And now you're rubbing elbows with the most influential people on the planet. Not bad for a kid from, uh, somewhere.

  Greg Randazzo : New Jersey. Thanks.

  Greg Randazzo : [Steve offers him a pill]  No.

  Steve Rubell : [he takes the pill with water]  It's a new world out there. Old labels and prejudices don't apply anymore.

  Greg Randazzo : Right.

  Steve Rubell : Right. You do a special job for us. Important. Before you, I only let bartenders deal with Anthony, but Viv trusts you.

  Greg Randazzo : It's a good job. I take it seriously.

  Steve Rubell : Yeah. She also says that you're married to Anita.

  Greg Randazzo : Yeah.

  Steve Rubell : And that you never go with the other boys.

  Greg Randazzo : Yeah. I mean, no. I, uh, I'm not - I'm not gay.

  Steve Rubell : Labels!

  Greg Randazzo : I'm sorry. I forgot, Mr. Rubell.

  Steve Rubell : Mr. Oh, now I'm Mr.

  Steve Rubell : [laughs]  I'm Mr. Oh, that's good. Well, you know what? I'm not gay, either.

  Steve Rubell : [sighs]  I want to suck your cock.

  Greg Randazzo : I'm married.

  Steve Rubell : No one gets married at your age unless they're trying to prove something.

  Greg Randazzo : I have to go. Sorry, okay?

  [begins to leave] 

  Steve Rubell : [holds up a wad of cash]  Bartenders make a lot of this.

  Greg Randazzo : I know.

  Steve Rubell : Come here.

  Steve Rubell : [whispers]  Come here.

  [Greg approaches Steve and begins unbuckling his belt; Steve's bodyguard laughs as he reads a comic book in the corner] 

  Greg Randazzo : [reconsiders]  I, I can't. I'm married, and she's waiting.

  Steve Rubell : You really ARE that straight.

  Greg Randazzo : I'm sorry.

  Steve Rubell : No, no, no, no. I, I respect that. Let me apologize to you.

  [holds up a wad of cash, then vomits] 

• Steve Rubell : [New Year's Eve. Disco Dottie has just died on the dance floor from a cocaine overdose and Shane is extremely upset]  Hey, hey, hey! Princess Grace is here and she's thirsty.

  Shane O'Shea : What?

  Steve Rubell : This way. You're on. Come on.

  Shane O'Shea : No...

  Steve Rubell : Shaney. Shaney, it's been a mean night, okay? And I'll cry about it tomorrow; I will. But tonight, the show must go on.

  Shane O'Shea : I-I-I can't talk to anybody! We did it to her!

  Steve Rubell : Hey! Come on!

  [pulls Shane off the dance floor and towards the VIP basement] 

  Steve Rubell : Hey, you can't blame yourself 'cause she couldn't handle her drugs. Come on, let's go. Come on. Come on.

  [He gives Shane a pill] 

  Steve Rubell : It'll calm you down. Come on. Take it.

  Shane O'Shea : This isn't right.

  Steve Rubell : Princess Grace is here, okay? Princess Grace!

  Shane O'Shea : We lost a friend tonight!

  Steve Rubell : No, no, no, I lost a friend tonight, okay? No offense, but you were just another pretty face to her.

  Shane O'Shea : She was my friend.

  Steve Rubell : She was completely nearsighted. She couldn't tell one of you from the next. Now get it together and get downstairs.

  [Shane shoves Steve into the brick wall behind him] 

  Steve Rubell : [angry]  Hey! Don't forget how replaceable you are, Little Lord Fauntleroy.

  Shane O'Shea : Try tellin' them that, Stevie. Remember, I'm one of New York's finest. I'm Shane 54.

  Steve Rubell : [scoffs]  Oh, like there wasn't a Gabriel 54 or a Rhett 54.

  Shane O'Shea : Bullshit.

  Steve Rubell : Oh, no. Don't tell me that's the first time you ever read an Interview Magazine. Oh, no!

  [he starts laughing at Shane] 

  Shane O'Shea : Fuck you! You troglodyte.

  [walks away] 

  Steve Rubell : [yelling]  Hey! Where ya goin'? Huh? The door's that way!

  [turns to one of his men] 

  Steve Rubell : He's out!

• Shane O'Shea : [rushing up to the DJ's booth to warn Steve about the FBI raid]  They're here.

  Steve Rubell : [smiles at Shane]  Shane. I-I-I knew you'd come to your senses. Meine kleine Shane.

  ["My little Shane" in German] 

  Shane O'Shea : [walks past Steve to the edge of the booth]  I went downstairs to get my keys and they're raiding the office.

  [He and Steve both look down and see a G-man going through the cash register at the bar] 

  Steve Rubell : [blasé]  Even from here, those suits look cheap.

  [he walks away and sits down at the back of the booth] 

  Shane O'Shea : Steve! Aren't you gonna get outta here?

  Steve Rubell : [still blasé]  Where would I go?

• Steve Rubell : [Director's cut scene; Steve sits on his office couch on New Year's Eve while Greg stands in front of him with his eyes closed, slowly pulling his shorts down to let Steve perform oral sex on him so he can promote him to bartender]  Good, you're awake.

  Greg Randazzo : [opens his eyes]  You don't want to...

  Steve Rubell : No, no. But you know what? I wouldn't watching you and your wife Anita - watching you two wrestle around a little.

  [Greg looks at Steve in disbelief and walks out] 

  Steve Rubell : Oh, come on. Hey, hey, hey, she didn't mind putting on a show for me with Shane, banging away in the bathroom on Christmas Eve. You would've been proud; it was a good show.

  [cut to the cloak room where Shane and Anita are talking] 

  Shane O'Shea : [holding a bottle of champagne]  All right, I know I screwed up a lot last year. But I want to start all over, all new, and I wanna be your friend. Just your friend.

  Anita : [smiles]  Friends.

  Shane O'Shea : [pops the champagne cork]  Happy New Year.

  [they each take a drink and hug when Greg walks in and punches Shane in the face. They fight] 

  Anita : Greg! Greg, what are you doing? Oh, my God!

  [puts down the champagne bottle and tries to break up the fight] 

  Anita : Have you gone crazy? Greg!

  Shane O'Shea : [pinning Greg on the floor on his back, holding him by his wrists]  What the fuck is wrong with you?

  Greg Randazzo : I let you into my family and you fucked my wife!

  [he gets up off the floor and Anita tries to stop him from leaving but he pushes her away and storms out] 

  Shane O'Shea : [stands up, mutters]  Fuck.

  Anita : It's over.

  [Shane places his hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she pushes him away] 

  Anita : Don't! Just stay away from me.

• Steve Rubell : [sees Shane walk into his office wearing the leather fringe clothes Billie picked out for him]  That oughta be illegal.

• Steve Rubell : The secret is that I'm kind of a philosopher. All right. I understand that the path of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Do you ever read Blake?

  TV Host : I have.

  Steve Rubell : Yeah, I love Blake, you know.

  TV Host : Tyger, Tyger, burning bright.

• Steve Rubell : Andy loves it down here, don't you? Don't you, Andy?

  Andy Warhol : Oh, yeah. It's great. It's really brown.

• Steve Rubell : Do me a favor. Smoke that nasty weed of yours; because paranoia's setting in.