- Rip Torn: [as he tries to hit Norman Mailer with a hammer] You're supposed to die. Norman T. Kingsley, you must die, not Mailer, not Mailer. I don't want to kill Mailer but I must kill Kingsley, in the picture.
- [Improvising, Rip Torn starts swinging a hammer at Norman Mailer, landing a blow on his head. Mailer, who isn't acting, wrestles him to the ground while biting his ear. They lie on the ground with their arms wrapped around each other, deadlocked]
- Norman Mailer: Let go of that hammer! Let go of the hammer!
- Rip Torn: No, baby. No, baby. You know you trust me. You trust me. You trust me. You trust me. You trust me. Come on.
- Norman Mailer: I'll trust you, if you trust me.
- Rip Torn: All right.
- Norman Mailer: You promise?
- Rip Torn: Promise.
- Norman Mailer: All right. OK. Let go.
- [Mailer releases his grip on him]
- Rip Torn: OK... OK... OK... I'm sorry, dad. I'm sorry.
- Norman Mailer: All right. Now please get up.
- Rip Torn: Now, let me kiss you.
- Norman Mailer: No, no...
- [Rip starts attacking him again and they continue to wrestle on the ground]
- Norman Mailer: HEY! WILL YOU CUT THIS FUCKING IDIOT OUT?
- [Norman Mailer's wife discovers Rip Torn fighting with him]
- Beverly Bentley: [yelling hysterically] OH SHIT! WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! GET OFF OF HIM, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
- [the fight between Rip Torn and Norman Mailer is broken up]
- Norman Mailer: I'm not hurt!
- Man: Yes, you are.
- Norman Mailer: He's hurt worse than me!
- Beverly Bentley: [crying hysterically] Norman! Your head is bleediiinnng!
- Norman Mailer: Yes, because he hit me with a hammer, the asshole!
- Norman Mailer: [to Rip Torn] If I was as ugly as you, I'd bury my head in shit. Which is what you do.
- [last lines]
- Norman Mailer: [to the cameraman] You might as well turn off this tape because he's a very dull talker. And he never stops so long as anything is running.
- Rip Torn: [points at Mailer] Ooooh! Ooooh!
- [after the fight]
- Rip Torn: [staring at Mailer with a wild look in his eyes] Adios.
- Norman Mailer: Motherfucker.
- Rip Torn: Walk on.
- Norman Mailer: Kiss off.
- Rip Torn: [whispers] Walk on.
- Norman Mailer: Kiss off.
- Rip Torn: [smiles] I leave the kissing... to you.
- Norman Mailer: Yeah. And we'll leave the shit-eating to you.
- Rip Torn: No, no more. That's your speciality.
- Norman Mailer: The treachery is yours.
- Rip Torn: A champ. I salute. Champ.
- [in the aftermath of the fight, Rip Torn approaches Norman Mailer, trying to explain himself]
- Norman Mailer: GET AWAY FROM ME! OR I'M GONNA COLD-COCK YOU!
- Rip Torn: [to Norman Mailer, trying to explain his unprovoked hammer attack on him] When is assassination ever planned? It's done. It's done.
- Rip Torn: But anyway, you're just a fraud, aren't you?
- Norman Mailer: I'm a fraud and you're a cocksucker.
- Rip Torn: Oh, no... you're the cocksucker.
- Norman Mailer's son: [sobbing] Don't fight anymore.
- Rip Torn: That's right, baby, no fighting. It was just a scene in a Hollywood whorehouse movie.