Born Guilty Page #4

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- It's off, it's off.

- (LAUGHS) Yeah.

But you know what, Ray, I

know if you blog about me.

Listen to me, if you blog

about me, I will get orders.

- Raise the play,

raise the play.

- Raise the play.

He always says that,

I think it's so funny.

- Raise the play.

Raise the play.

- Oh, perfect,

honey, I like that.

Would I blog to that one.

- Alright, so let's

celebrate that.

Okay, no, champagne.

Let's do champagne.

- Oh, that would be perfect.

You should manufacture

your lingerie in Cambodia.

- Really?

- Everyone's there.

It's so inexpensive, fascinating

culture, it's perfect.

- Cambodia is slave labor.

Is that what makes it

fascinating culture,

kids working in a factory

all day for two bucks?

- How perfect.

- I don't feel

loved by you, Marty.

You don't respect my friends,

you eye on the women,

you don't take me on vacations,

and you lie all the time!

And you never let me watch

my favorite TV shows.

Marty only cares about Marty!

- Are you kidding?

That's not true!

I mean, who funded

the startup cost

for your lingerie company?

I spent $12,000 showing you

how much I believe in you.

- Oh my god, Marty,

that was just a loan!

- So this is how

you pay me back?

By just walking out on me?

I mean, you turn a

thank you into f*** you

with 50% interest!

- That's the problem, Marty.

You loaned me money,

you didn't give it to me

because you didn't

believe in me.

I believed in you!

I thought you were different.

But all you love is

being loved or needed,

whatever you think love is.

Just move.

(SMACKS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- Back already?

I'll kiss but I don't

know about making up.

- Well, if you want a kiss,

you're gonna have to

invite me in first.

- Rawl?

Rawl!

- I've returned

in body and soul.

- Oh my god, man.

I haven't seen your

ass in like nine years.

- And no matter how

nicely you ask me,

I'm not gonna let you see it.

- Check this out, man.

I saved all your postcards

from Peking to Pittsburgh.

Come on, come on, man.

- Walked around the world.

Sung where Caesar spoke, danced

where Attila the Hun hid.

Dined where Jesus last ate.

Now it is time for me to rest.

- Well, your ass is resting

on a goose down designer sofa,

so rest up, I gotta

get some work done.

( CALM MUSIC)

(DEEP BREATHING)

Amazing.

You got no home,

no cash, nothing.

And you're so together.

- Peace is knowing

you're just a part.

- Just a part, huh?

- Marty, my nomadic life

of nine years has led me

on a journey, a future path.

Along the way, I've

met many craftmakers

whose gifts are golden

yet they sell for pennies and

their family ends up broke

and continues to suffer.

What I want to do is sell

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