Truman Capote and Marilyn Monroe in a (possibly embellished) conversation, from Music for Chameleons (aka the best).

TC:Poor innocent me. And all this time I thought you were a bona fide blonde.
MM:I am. But nobody's that natural. And incidentally, fuck you.
TC:Now do you think we can get the hell out of here? You promised me champagne, remember?
MM:I remember. But I don't have any money.
TC:You're always late and you never have any money. By any chance are you under the delusion that you are Queen Elizabeth?
MM:What's that cunt got to do with it?
TC:Queen Elizabeth never carries money either. She's not allowed to. Filthy lucre must not stain the royal palm. It's a law or something.
MM:I wish they'd pass a law like that for me.
TC:Keep going the way you are and maybe they will.
MM:Remember, I said if anybody ever asked you what I was like, what Marilyn Monroe was really like-well, how would you answer them? I bet you'd tell them I was a slob. A banana split.
TC:Of course. But I'd also say you are a beautiful child.