-Do you want to destroy these people, Ari?
-Okay, yes! If i could gouge out terrance mcquiewick’s eyeballs and eat them for what he did to me, i would. And i would sell that benedict arnold adam davies into white slavery, if we lived in a place that had a market for it. And lloyd, that little queen, who i welcomed into my home and allowed to play with my children and care for my dog, and who left me for those two scumbags; I would tie him up and allow the entire screen actors guild to anally rape him if not for the fact that i know he would enjoy it. I hate ‘em all. And yes, i want to see them destroyed. But that is not why i want this company. I want– no no, i need this company because it’s good business. It’s good goddamn business. And if i don’t buy it, someone else will and that will be very very bad for my business. My wife, of all people, should know that when it comes to business, my judgment is never clouded. So please please, support me like you always have and i will deliver for us like i always have. What do you think?
- I think it was a good speech. Do what you need to do, Ari.
- Really? I love you. Can we fuck in here?
