Don't Say Yes Until I Finish Talking

Don't Say Yes Until I Finish Talking is a song featured in Bombshell sung by Darryl F. Zanuck and the 20th Century Fox executives.

Testing out the power of her stardom, Marilyn starts showing up late and refusing roles. Daryl F. Zanuck reacts with anger

Lyrics
Studio Executives: A studio executive has no beliefs That's the way of a studio system We bow to every rear of all the studio chiefs And you can bet your ass we've kissed 'em

Even the birds in the Hollywood hills Know the secret to our success It's those magical words that pay the bills Yes, yes, yes, and yes

Darryl F. Zanuck: (spoken) Gentlemen! Take a memo.

Darryl F. Zanuck: Today the trades are all aglow With grosses for our Ms. Monroe The things those vermin mustn't know Is what she puts us through

She makes directors wait all day One line per hour is all she'll say And still, she thinks we're gonna pay She needs a talking to

Tomatoes like her must be put in their place If she don't shape up soon, she'll soon be walking 'Cause the buck stops with me

Studio Executives: Yes, you're right, we agree!

Darryl F. Zanuck: Uh, don't say yes until I finish talking

She's got them all tied up in knots Makes each producer faint and plotz She thinks she's queen and calls the shots As she sits on a throne

She needs to learn she's only skin The next girl's waiting for a spin I made a star of Rin Tin Tin And paid him with a bone

Tomatoes like her, well, they're easy to find We throw them out as soon as they start squawking So, get me some younger dish

Studio Executives: We concur, as you wish!

Darryl F. Zanuck: Hey! Don't say yes until I finish talking!

And while you got me on a roll Let's find a role for Nat King Cole Tell Lankowitz his script is trite A little lower, to the right

I think that Brando is miscast That television just won't last That I'm the king of Hollywood

Studio Executives: All hail the king!

Darryl F. Zanuck: Oh, that feels good

Which brings me back to that dumb blonde To her demands, I now respond Some buy her act, but I'm not conned You better fall in line

You're too bazooms and nuts to boot I'll keep you in a bathing suit When you stop bringing in the loot Well, go back to the vine

Tomatoes like you, they all whither and die My powers, though, will never be diminished So don't bring me to my boiling point You're just a broad, I own the joint I'm in control, you're just a face So allow me to cut to the chase I'll make another movie star Can someone light my damn cigar? And then say "yes" 'Cause yes, men I'm finished

Studio Executives: Yes!