William Redfield credited as playing...
Harding
- Taber: Harding, why don't you knock off the bullshit and get to the point?
- Harding: This *is* the point. This is the point, Taber. It's not bullshit. I'm not just talking about my wife, I'm talking about my LIFE, I can't seem to get that through to you. I'm not just talking about one person, I'm talking about everybody. I'm talking about form. I'm talking about content. I'm talking about interrelationships. I'm talking about God, the devil, Hell, Heaven! Do you understand... FINALLY?
- Taber: Yeah Harding, you're so fucking dumb I can't believe it.
- Taber: [Taber is picking on Harding as he plays Monopoly with Martini]
- [pushing his back]
- Taber: Come on, Harding. Play the game. Play it!
- Harding: I am playing the game! Stop bothering me! I can't concentrate!
- Taber: [pushing him again] Play the game, Harding. Come on!
- Harding: [shouting] You keep your hands off me, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
- Taber: Play the game, Harding.
- Harding: What?
- Taber: Play the game.
- Harding: What are you talking about? I *am* playing the game.
- Taber: Look, play the game, and knock off the bullshit.
- Harding: Leave me alone! I'm not bothering you! What bullshit?
- Taber: Your bullshit.
- Harding: What about *your* bullshit?
- Taber: Play the game!