He did not mean to be spectacular; he simply felt that way at that particular moment, and he indulged the impulse to destroy something.

He dropped the fragments into Martinson's waste basket, picked up the bundle of scripts and his hat, and went out with his mouth pulled down at the corners and with his neck pretty stiff.
He went swinging across the studio yard and on past the great stage where the carpenters halted their work while they greeted him, and looked after him and spoke of him when he had passed.

Early idlers--extras with high hopes and empty pockets--sent him wistful glances which he did not see at all; though he did see Andy Green and his wife (who had been Rosemary Allen).

These two stood hesitating just within the half-open, high board gate fifty yards away.

Luck waved his hand and swerved toward them.
"Howdy! Where's the rest of the bunch ?" he called out as they hurried up to him.