Seymour Stein: There was this one woman who knew who I was and she threw things at me. It was ridiculous.
Parker Posey: Sure. What a great feeling.
Stein: I don’t care about those words.
Posey: It’s all fantasy, you know?
Stein: It was a fantasy.
Posey: By that time we were chasing each other around with aerosol spray cans and cigarette lighters.
Stein: It was much worse than that. You know it and I know it.
Posey: Just for discipline. But it's the feeling of being alone with yourself.
Posey: Oh, I don’t know.
Stein: I started moving without realizing. That is when all hell started to break loose.
Posey: If it's done really well, there's nothing better.
Stein: That’s why I came up with the term “new wave”.
Posey: There are all these scripts where the women, if they're working, are prostitutes and lawyers with an angry streak who'll kill you.
Stein: Asylum came later.