"Well, I hope he doesn't," she said, her eyes sparking with venom and the brilliance of a thousand diamonds. "Because I won't perform if he does." ' "Really?" LuPone closed her eyes. She inhaled the pain and fury that women have endured silently for centuries, exhaled pure Pretty Women 'tude. With just one word, she baited him. Yes, she said. "Really." "Tell me why," he said. And then, oh, oh, oh. "Because I hate the motherfucker," she said. "How's that?"