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actually listening to me.

Do you have another room

to put it in?

I have ceased to exist.

Madison Square Garden is nearby.

It might fit there.

Happy birthday.

- We picked it out together.

- Thank you.

We picked it out together.

- We.

- You're welcome.

Stop flirting and open it.

- Let's get a drink.

- Yes.

I'll leave this upstairs.

- I'll be right back.

- Okay.

- Listen.

- Hey, Tommy.

No, no, don't blow me off.

I'm all packed. I'm going

back to London and I understand.

You put me up for the other attorney's

job so you didn't have to fire me.

That's a classy move and your father

would have done the same.

It's okay, Tommy.

I became incompetent.

Is there anything more unbecoming

than an aging mascot?

I cared for your father.

I lived and breathed for him.

These guys, the Seven Dwarfs...

they think you're stupid--

a corporate hazard,

a rogue.

They are gonna find a way

to get you out, David.

They're lined up for your office,

your life...

They're lined up for your office,

your life...

your position.

They're working day and night...

to cheat you out

of your 51 % vote.

And they're gonna sell

this tradition of words...

so they can eat

in a better cafeteria.

But what they don't know is this.

People will read again!

I got it.

They even got a nickname for you

behind your back.

Citizen Dildo.

You got great instincts...

but I say this with complete love.

Claim your life...

learn to be an a**hole--

Two's enough.

Forgive me.

I still believe

in this family, David...

even if it's only you.

Get Tipp out of here.

Drive him home,

and in the morning...

tell him he's rehired

with a 50% raise.

Give him that big office across

the hall from the Seven Dwarfs.

And set up a meeting

with the other attorneys.

I'm gonna be in early tomorrow.

Well, earlier than usual.

Hello, handsome.

I've come to wish you

a happy birthday.

Oh, man.

I didn't invite you, Julie.

- That was a little weird.

- That's how it works with parties--

you have to be invited.

I'm mad at you, you dick.

We made love four times

the other night.

- Is that good?

- Two's good.

Three is very good.

- But four--

- Four's pretty good?

Four is--

Four is what?

Hold me, and then I'll leave.

And you can go back and talk

to that cute brunette.

Four is what?

I don't wanna meet your fancy friends.

I knew them when I was fancy too.

Four is what?

She looks like a moth.

A moth?

Sometimes I worry about you,

that some clever girl...

in a big silly coat is gonna come

along and play you just right.

Then I'll lose my friend.

And there won't be any chicken soup

parties for me and you.

Bad.

When will you call me?

Don't say "soon."

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