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had time to read my script?

No.

Yes, I wrecked the f***ing car.

I know it's a production car.

It was wrapped out three months ago.

No, I don't want your notes.

You're f***ing illiterate, Norman.

You had them written

by a 21-year-old.

If you give me any notes,

I will come and f***ing...

Oh, now he's gonna kill me

if I have an idea.

You know what he'd say

if I said that?

He said that means

you're gonna live forever. F*** him.

- F*** him, boss.

- Cock.

Hey, read back what we wrote.

The only thing worth doing

is the impossible, '

is a line I do not feel

the audience will understand.

Also, the audience will not accept

that a rich person can be unhappy."

Can I suggest "conflicted"?

No. Don't send it.

Hey, why is the lawn

all f***ed up?

You gotta cut it in straight

f***ing lines, Manuel.

Well, what, are you on

mescaline or something?

- What an a**hole.

- You see this sh*t?

The client is like...

The client is like he...

he won't let my company help him.

What am I supposed to do?

You don't have a company, Norman.

This is your company.

And this is your personal life.

That is low.

That is f***ing low.

I lose my first look and my funding,

temporarily, mind you,

in a misunderstanding,

and you do this to me?

That's f***ed up.

I got another issue

with your boy.

- He's banging the talent.

- Is that a problem?

Well, not financially, no.

But what if I leak it, huh?

I'm gonna leak it.

That's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna f***ing leak it.

You know how to get out of here, right?

You take a left,

and you f*** yourself, see you later.

Take a left, take a right.

We're all f***ed anyway.

Rifle!

Forty-four, forty.

Killed everybody else

we got dead.

Piece is missing.

You new in town?

Yes, brother.

Just fell off a turnip truck.

Are you a social worker?

Yes.

I'll get my things.

You did not expect your day

to end this way, did you, brother?

What do you mean you don't know

where you live?

Well, you shouldn't drink,

brother, trust me.

You'll black out.

Next time you go to try

to change a tire,

there's a severed head in the trunk,

and nine times out often

you don't know whose it is.

It's no way to be.

Ah.

Los An-ga-lees.

Oh, safety first.

Let's go see a better district, brother.

You wanna talk,

you don't want to talk, I'm here.

I get 15 percent all day long.

Does this have anything

to do with your, um... domestic?

Look, you're entitled to be happy,

but in the state of California,

you're just not entitled

to have any money left-.

Well, that's not why we're here.

Why are we here?

Say this.

Say you hit someone

with your car,

no one was there, no one saw,

but maybe someone did see,

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