Bob Iger: How're you doing? What do you say I buy you a cup of coffee?
Martin Scorsese: Yeah, sure. Let's go.
BI: Follow me.
BI: Fourteen years in Disney. In Capital Cities for two. ABC before that. ABC as tough as they say?
MS: You looking to become a corporatologist?
BI: You looking to go back? I chased down some crews. Guys just looking to fuck up, get busted back. That you?
MS: You must've worked some dipshit crews.
BI: I worked all kinds.
MS: You see me building cinematic universes with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
BI: I do not.
MS: Right. I am never doing that.
BI: Then don't talk about superhero movies.
MS: I do what I do best: I talk about movies. You do what you do best: Try to stop guys like me.
BI: So you never wanted a regular-type life?
MS: What the fuck is that? Barbecues and ball games?
BI: Yeah.
MS: This regular-type life like your life?
BI: My life? No, my life...My life's a disaster zone. I got a Star Wars franchise so fucked up...because its real creator is this large-type asshole. I got a wife. We're passing each other on the down slope of a marriage. My third. Because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.
MS: A guy told me one time: "Don't get yourself attached to anything you can't walk out on in 30 seconds...if you feel the heat around the corner." If you're on me and you got to move when I move, how do you expect to keep a space opera successful?
BI: That's an interesting point. What are you ? A monk?
MS: I have a woman.
BI: What do you tell her?
MS: I tell her I like 2001: A Space Odyssey.
BI: So, if you spot me coming around that corner...you'll just walk out on this woman ? Not admit you enjoy populist cinema?
MS: That's the discipline.
BI: That's pretty vacant.
MS: It is what it is. It's that, or we both better go do something else.
BI: I don't know how to do anything else.
MS: Neither do I.
BI: I don't want much to either.
MS: Neither do I.
BI: You know, I have this recurring dream. I'm sitting at Comic-Con, and all the victims of all the knee-jerk reactionary firings Disney have committed are there...and they're staring at me, wearing these Guardians of the Galaxy T-Shirts. And there they are, these unshaven people, because I found them two weeks after they'd locked themselves in their mothers basements. The neighbors reported the smell and there they are all just sitting there.
MS: What do they say?
BI: Nothing.
MS: No talk?
BI: They have nothing to say. We just look at each other. They look at me and that's it. That's the dream.
MS: I have one where I'm drowning. I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I'll die in my sleep.
BI: Know what that's about?
MS: Yeah. Having enough time.
BI: Enough time to do what you want to do?
MS: That's right.
BI: You doing it now?
MS: No, not yet.
BI: You know, we're sitting here you and I like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. Now that we've been face to face, if I'm there and I gotta show you Black Panther, I won't like it. But, I tell you, if it's between you and some poor bastard whose happiness rests on whether a stranger enjoys the same movie as him.......brother...you are going down.
MS: There's a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta get Denis Villeneuve to criticise the MCU? Because no matter what...you won't get in my way. We've been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate. Not for a second.
BI: Maybe that's what will be. Or...who knows?
MS: Maybe we'll never see each other again.
