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is still the TV Digest.

He and my mother threw the grandest

parties of the literary world.

Ballooned.

Jumped out of airplanes.

He sought adventure.

His autobiography is the manual...

for every cutthroat publisher

in New York City.

It's called Defending the Kingdom.

I've read it.

Page 127--

" David Jr. was a delight

as a child."

Did I miss something here?

Was that all he wrote about you?

I don't think he ever

got over the fact...

that I'm absolutely...

terrified of heights.

The irony continues.

When he and my mother were run over

by a drunken teenager...

on New Year's Eve

ten years ago...

he left the keys...

to the kingdom...

to me.

Fifty-one percent control.

Forty-nine percent going to a group

of seven board members...

who all thought they were

first in line.

And you believe the board--

the Seven Dwarfs--

put you here to take control

of your company?

What do you care?

We're just talking.

And tonight's Wednesday night...

and I go to Black Angus for dinner

with my two daughters on Wednesdays.

So I'll have to leave soon.

You do understand that our time

is limited, don't you?

If I talk...

you'll just think I'm crazy.

With all the possible respect

I can offer a man...

wearing a latex mask and spouting

conspiracy theories, David...

believe me,

you've crossed that bridge.

Enjoy your dinner.

There are five basic emotions

in life, David.

Tell me,

what emotion gripped him...

before he entered that cell?

Was it guilt...

hate...

shame...

revenge...

love?

I'm completely on the wrong track,

aren't I?

Who needs ice?

David, happy birthday.

You have got the greatest taste

in shoes, bar none anywhere.

- Emma, have you met Lynette?

- I fear what we may have in common.

David, did you invite the entire

Olympic snowboarding team?

Tonight is my birthday.

- Say happy birthday to David.

- Happy birthday.

Welcome to Graceland.

Happy birthday,

you son of a b*tch.

Happy birthday.

Hey, friends of me, hello.

-Let the fun ensue.

-Living Stereo will be on-line soon.

It is the great John Coltrane.

They would love an article on it.

If you like it,

it's an amazing prototype.

- Excuse me.

- No, no. Thank you. That's okay.

- Literary god, Brian Shelby.

- Happy birthday.

And all the usual sh*t

people say to each other--

- How you doing?

- Living the dream, baby.

- To what do I owe this pleasure?

- The pleasure of Sofia Serrano.

We met today at the library,

if you can believe that.

Sorry about my coat.

It's too big for your closet.

-We were pretending to be intellectuals.

-It's amazing. I love your coat.

I overdressed.

I mean, I underdressed.

I'll continue like you're both

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