"Now wait a minute," I said. "Hold on. David, we've got a great thing
here. Don't mess it up."
"I'm the director," Fry screamed. "Nobody is going to tell me my
business."
"Is everybody in Hollywood like him?" Dooma asked me.
"Some of them are worse."
"I realize we made a grave mistake."
"I made the mistake of taking you into my home," Fry shouted. "I
treated you like human beings. And this is the thanks I get."
"I won't hear another word." Dooma turned and marched out.
"Now see what you've done?" I was as mad as a wet hen.
"What have I done? All I wanted to do was make a great picture."
"You insulted him. Why, he's liable to go back to Mars and talk them
into invading us."
"That idiot. What does he know about making pictures?"
Activity brought me to the window. I looked out and saw the Martians
putting their ship together.
Fry came up behind me.
The ship blasted off and the Martians went back home.
"They were hammy actors anyway," Fry rationalized.