Changing Lanes Page #7

What's that tell you?

It tells me that you're really

angry, and that anger...

has gotten you into the one place

in the worId you shouIdn't be.

Come on.

Leave that bar.

Come on.

Leave the bar.

I'm sorry.

Can I have a Coke, please?

Come on in.

Look, you tell Roberta...

that I said one cookie

before lunch is okay.

Get better.

- Mr. Banek.

- Are you Mr. Finch?

- How are you?

- How are you doing?

- You look nervous.

- Yeah, a little bit.

Don't be.

Have a seat.

Who's your God?

- Now, or hall of fame?

- Whenever.

Well, I'd say it's the guy

who did the Volkswagen ad.

The one where the cop is giving the

speeding ticket to a guy in a Bug.

Classic.

Doyle Gipson.

Shouldn't have told you

he was in insurance.

Makes it too easy.

I tell my clients...

""Never tell anyone anything

a bout yourself.''

Yeah. Here's his

state insurance license.

And that gives me

his social security number...

which gives me everything.

- You don't f***ing know.

- I do know.

- It's the one with the little kids.

- The little kids, yeah.

He's sittin' around, you know.

I don't know what he is.

Like, an Indian kid?

Cute little black kid.

Like, ""I'm Tiger Woods.''

""I'm Tiger Woods.''

You had a fender bender,

and the other guy's going postal.

- That's not the way to do things.

- I don't wanna kill any body, you know?

I've just...

never done this kind

of thing before.

What kind of thing is that?

I just want my file back, you know.

You'll get your file back.

How, exactly?

It's like the dog collar that

gives a little electric shock...

when the dog barks.

You don't kill the dog. You just

want the dog to settle down.

Now we're torturing an animal?

I mean--

We're all set.

May I?

Is there any other way to--

Well, sure.

Call him up

and just be nice to him.

All right, do it.

- Are you guys in advertising?

- Yeah. You too?

No. But--

I hope you don't mind, but I was

intrigued by your conversation.

I just thought

you were in advertising.

I wanna give you my dream version

of a Tiger Woods commercial, okay?

- By all means.

- Go ahead.

There's this black guy

on a golf course.

And all these people are trying

to get him to caddy for them...

but he's not a caddy.

He's just a guy trying

to play a round of golf.

Then these guys give him

a five-dollar bill...

and tell him to go to the clubhouse

and get 'em cigarettes and beer.

So off he goes, home...

to his wife and little son...

who he teaches to pIay goIf.

We see all the other little boys

playing hopscotch...

while little Tiger practices

on the putting green.

We see all the other kids

eating ice cream...

while Tiger practices hitting

long balls in the rain...

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