"Jacky, Jacky, Jacky!" Came a call from the busiest of the trailers. A tall, dark haired woman would storm out with a shorter, portly man carrying a stack of papers in one hand and wildly gesticulating with the other shortly after. "I know you're upset doll, but it's really not as bad as it looks! You won't even actually be naked for the shot, it'll just [b]look[/b] like you are to the cameras. Nothing explicit, I swear." The man's thoroughly awkward smile would fade as the woman turned towards him, and it was clear, if the loud 'Jacky's' hadn't already, that this was his target. No smile though; oh no, she was spitting mad right now.

"Don't you 'doll' me you overpaid twerp! I'm... Not going to do that! Do you have any idea what the tabloids are going to do to me if it 'seems' like I'm naked in a set?! Why does it have..." The woman would press two of her fingers against the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply. "Besides, doesn't this go against the Reich censors for decency?"

"... Well, since this is based off of a German folk story we get some more leeway, and we'll be able to get it designated as 'demonstrating feminine physique' rather than have it be slapped with a degeneracy charge." The man would reach with one hand to touch Jacqueline's arm, only for the starlet to swat it away angrily. Even annoyed she was still pretty; her lips were in a tabloid-perfect pout, and she reached for one of the small little sandwiches set out with precision few people managed when they were sewing.

"I won't do it. I [i]can't[/i] do it, my husband'll kill me. You gotta rewrite it somehow Jerry. You're the [b]writer[/b] for chrissakes, how come you can't change the [b]writing?"[/b] She chewed on the sandwich slowly once she had said her piece, only for 'Jerry' to sigh and run a hand across his sweaty locks, rapidly rubbing the slickness off onto his long-suffering trousers. 

"Alright, alright. I'll talk with Donitz. He should understand, he wasn't the biggest fan either, we'll get a rewrite done." He stopped and put a hand on his hip, a shorter, pudgier mirror of Jacqueline. "Means no shooting for the rest of today. Fack's sake. Studio's gonna kill me if we keep having these delays." 'Jerry' would turn and hurry off, leaving most of the rest of the staff milling around.

"Well, if we ain't filming, I ain't sticking around. I'll see you all tomorrow." The woman would duck back into the trailer, emerge with a handbag and a light jacket to go along with her summer dress, and move confidently through the crowds of people, clearly heading for the exit.