The Ghost: I really don't think this is a good idea.
Richard Rycart: You have no choice.
The Ghost: Emmett must have told Lang I've been to see him.
Richard Rycart: So what's he going to do about it? Dump you in the ocean?
The Ghost: Well it happened before.
Richard
Rycart: Which means it can't happen again. He can't drown two ghost writers, for God's sake. You're not kittens.
Paul Emmett: A less equable man than I might start to find your questions impertinent.
The Ghost: Well don't tell me you're going to read it now.
Richard Rycart: Not all of it, just the beginning. There's something very important about it.
The Ghost: Yeah, it's the cure for insomnia.
Amelia Bly: Are you ill?
The Ghost: No, I'm aging. This place is Shangri-La in reverse.
The Ghost: You ought not to be written out of history.
Ruth Lang: Why not? Most women are.
The Ghost: Then I'll reinstate you. I'll put in all the occasions that he's forgotten.
Ruth Lang: How kind, like the boss's secretary who remembers his wife's birthday for him.
The Ghost: [reading the first words of Adam Lang's manuscript] "Langs are Scottish folk originally and proud of it. Our name is a derivation of 'long', the Old English word for tall, and it is from North of the border that my forefathers hail." Fuuuck.