Breakin' All the Rules Page #2

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- No, wait a minute.

I was just doing the research. I didn't

know you were about to fire people.

Yeah. No, no.

Well, see, I thought I was clear.

- No, no.

- Well, then that's my error. All right.

- Sorry. Sorry.

- Okay. Okay.

- Well, let me know how it goes.

- Mr. Gascon, listen.

- I am not comfortable with this.

- Well, of course not.

To feel comfortable,

you'd have to be a monster.

- Yeah, yeah.

- No, you're no monster. Neither am I.

- Right, right.

- I just happen to be in the position...

...to delegate, and you are not.

Hey, good luck.

- Quincy. What's happening, man?

- Hey, nothing.

- You look awful.

- Thanks.

- Looks like it was quite a blowout.

- Yeah, I was blown out.

- All right. So, what's up?

- This and that.

- This and that?

- Yeah.

- Sandra said you wanted to see me.

- Yeah.

- So it's like that, huh?

- Look...

That's cool.

Sh*t!

- Make sure Mr. Gascon gets this.

- Sure.

Q.

Q. Come on, open up the door, man.

Oh, Q. Man, what you wearing, Q?

- You know, it feels good on my skin.

- You gonna let me in?

- What you want?

- That's for what.

Your mother,

my auntie's been calling me...

...every day early for a week.

She's worried about you.

- You can't call her?

- Been busy.

- You been busy?

- I've been busy.

- Move out...

- Watch the piss.

- What's that?

- You so in a hurry, you ain't looking.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

- See, this is disturbing, Q.

- Kind of a mess, huh?

It's like an outer extension of disease.

Where's your stuff?

Helen, you know, she took some stuff.

Took a TV.

Left me with the dog and a

half-naked picture of herself. Just evil.

- I gave her everything but my soul.

- And I bet they want that too.

- Just greedy.

- Don't give it to them.

All you gotta do is pretend

to give it to them.

Why do I have to pretend?

Why can't I just be me?

Nobody finds pathetic charming.

Was that cheese? Okay, look,

I'm sorry about Helen, okay?

But you got to pull yourself

together, bro.

- I been writing.

- You been writing?

Letters to Helen. A few letters.

How many letters, Q?

- I could not get the right tone.

- No, how many letters?

I just kept obsessing over the way

she left me and what she told me.

Then it came to me, with my

employee-termination research...

...that if Helen was my boss,

then the way she fired me was bad...

...bad in every way. Public humiliation,

conflicting messages, horrific timing.

Oh, yeah, I wrote a letter.

I wrote a letter detailing the disgust

I have at her method and technique.

Her method and her technique

for dumping you?

- Exactly.

- Oh, okay, man. Where is this letter?

- I'm calling your mom.

- Wait.

No, that is a scream for help.

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