Norman becomes belligerent backstage, particularly oward his pushy, mean-spirited studio publicist Matt Libby (Jack Carson), insulting him:I don't need any more pictures, I don't need any more interviews, because the public loves me.Just stay where you are.He'll find you."At eight o'clock sharp, the dapper, rotund, reigning championship player makes his dramatic entrance, cued by his cronies hat there's a competitor waiting to play.[Note: She is probably best remembered for her earlier role as the glasses-wearing bookshop assistant who dallies with Humphrey Bogart after closing shop on a rainy day inThe Big Sleep (1946).It's like falling off a cliff in slow-motion, you know.Only after a while, you wish you'd hit the ground already, you know." He states he fell off a cliff when he met her.Then, she tries to bring up his spirits:Now you've gotta stop being sick...that guilty look on your face, it's sick.Would you stop blaming yourself, you god-damn stupid preppy.It's nobody's fault.It's not your fault.That's he only thing I'm gonna ask you.Otherwise, I know you're gonna be OK.(pause) Screw Paris!...Screw Paris and music and all that stuff you thought you stole from me.I don't care, don't you believe hat? (He shook his head no) Then get the hell out of here.I don't want you at my god-damn deathbed.He finally admits: "I believe you.I really do." She responds with a last request: "That's better.Would you please do something for me, Ollie? (He kisses her hand) Would you please hold me? (He half-heartedly hugs her) No, I mean really hold me.