“All right, I need to hurry with this payment. I’m a very busy man. I have a very important job.”
“Well, credit cards are the fastest way to make payment.”
“All right, all right, let’s do it, I’ve got my MasterCard here. Bobby... Bobby... Just look at the script. Seriously, you’ll love the changes. Sorry, I’m here on set. I’m a writer for a film company and the changes I just made are not being well received.”
“Really? You’re a writer?”
“Yeah, yes I am. I’m here on the set of a new movie.”
“That’s funny. I’m a writer too.”
“Ha, ha, yeah, but I’m here in Hollywood, and you’re just doing collections.”
“Actually, sir, you’re in Yolo. It’s in Northern California. I passed it on a bus once.”
“No, Bobby, just read the script! Sorry about that. Yolo is where I live. I’m in Hollywood right now. Bobby, you’ll love it! You wouldn’t believe this guy. Here, here, take my MasterCard number. It will be good, I’ve got a $10,000 limit. Andy. Hey! Andy! Get Dinero back on the set. Make him read what I just wrote for him.”
“You’re on the set with Robert Dinero?”
“Oh, yeah, he’s the star of the film. Sorry, we’re butting heads at the moment. He has no faith in my ability.”
“You’re telling the Robert Dinero what to do?”
“Oh yeah, I’m practically in charge here!”
“So let me get this straight... the most over-rated, talentless actor in Hollywood thinks you are so bad that he won’t even read what you wrote?”
“Uh...”
“Mr. Becket, there is an open seat next to me. Maybe you should consider a change of profession.”
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