Mamma, don't you see -- you shouldn't hit me. He shouldn't hit me. You shouldn't hit me about God, Mamma. You should never hit anybody about God . . . .

I knew that in the last few minutes everything had changed. I'd tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out bits and pieces of who I was. But that only works for so long. Eventually, even the smallest fragments can't help but make a whole.

Other kinds of movie stars, it&#39;s a different thing, they bring their persona to the part and that&#39;s what people like to see, and they are not really transforming in terms of their character.

Written By Joel Coen

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