Dad, I'm a little busy right now.

Doing what?

Trying to write a new play.

Good idea.

What's that supposed to mean?

I said it was a good idea.

Its only been three years since M. Butterfly.

But you've been smart keeping your name in the newspapers.

That's good, son.

You mean all that Miss Saigon stuff?

It's like ar is finally starting to die down.

But so many articles on you.

Free publicity.

But everyone disagreed with me.

Everyone.

All the big shot guys.

Dick Cavett.

Ed Koch.

Wait, this one, my favorite.

You saved the articles.

I am ashamed of my union, Actors Equity.

Oh, yeah.

Charlton Heston.

When I was working in a laundry, could I ever have dreamed that one day Charlton Heston would write about my son?

I'm telling you, this is the land of opportunity.

And that Miss Saigon.

Such a big hit.

Don't remind me.

Okay?

Look so beautiful, for all those girls.

Classy.

They're half naked playing prostitutes, But they're classy prostitutes.

You haven't even seen the show.

But I saw pictures in the newspaper for that producer.

What's his name?

Cameron Mackintosh.

He talks about a musical so beautiful.

A young Vietnamese girl who gives up her baby to find a better life in America.

Actually, she dies.

What?

The girl.

She kills herself.

It's a baby who finds a better life in America.

That's even more beautiful.

It's Madame Butterfly set in Vietnam.

Dave, you should do something like that.

Is that what your new play is about?

Madame Butterfly, set in Vietnam?

How could I possibly?

It's already been done.

See, I'm just so ignorant about these things.

Besides, I already wrote a play criticizing Madame Butterfly.

What play was that?

M. Butterfly.

Oh, right.

You know your butterfly.

That play is a little weird.

We've been over this.

When I come to New York next month, can you get me some tickets to Butterfly to close last year?

To M. Butterfly?

It closed last year.

No, no, Miss Saigon.

I can't believe youre asking -- My good friend Dick Buttress, vice chairman of United California Bank.

He told me he was in New York last month, and he couldn't even get a ticket.

I told him “Next time you go, ask my son.” What?

I told him “my son, he knows the producer.

They're good friends.

He worked on the show.” Dad, I protested the show.

What's the difference?