Here is a gem. Tough, in your face, well spoken in two dialects, a Suthaner and New Yawker. Where could you go wrong with Dorothy/Michael/Dustin as a literary agent?
Imagine the possibilities, the dual roles trying to cut the deals. Could you not see Dorothy, with her southern charm wooing the big publishing houses? No way she was taking no for an answer.
Not working, well then you send in Michael. Now, Michael was kind of sexy in a tranny short guy way. They way he sweet talks Jessica Lange into giving him another shot. Put that guy in front of an editor, you'd get sold. Even in Tootsie the character Michael's agent is tired of him. So he takes matters into his own hands. Ahh, Hollywood. Only if we could dress in drag and pawn our books off to publishers.
Watch this little clip to remind you of the sheer genius of this story. (It's the best clip I could find, skip to about the 35 second mark.) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUPNBJhUZE8