We are watching “Woman of the Year” at my mother’s house.
Katherine Hepburn. Spencer Tracy.
And there is a long scene with no dialogue. A very funny scene in the kitchen that speaks volumes.
And after a minute or so, my mother says –
“There’s not much script in here it’s all silent.”
I say “what did you say?” A little testily, I may add.
I ask her – “what do you think is going on there – ad libbing?”
[In defense of being too mean to the mother, I had just today painstakingly written a whole page of script with just one line of dialogue. Sigh.]