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Sounds good.

Hey.

Jesus, David, what...

I'm fine.

I'm fine, don't touch me please.

Go back to sleep.

What...

Just go, Jen.

Go back to sleep.

I can't sleep now, look at you.

I'm fine.

Sorry.

I f***ed up.

I invaded your privacy and I'll

never do it again, I promise.

Just please don't leave me.

It's just one

of those things, you know?

I mean the writers

are sweethearts,

but even the sweetest writers in

Hollywood can be bitter,

spineless, jealous children.

I was just trying

to make it better.

I thought you did.

Thank you.

I know it was a dumb TV show.

They aren't saving

the world or anything,

there are more

important things than...

Bad dialogue and

stupid story lines.

I just was too vocal

about my opinions

and rather than take

constructive criticism

they just decided to

shut the new girl out.

I'm fine, right?

You're better than

fine, you're brilliant!

Thanks.

These people take these things

way too seriously, who's that?

She new?

Yeah, Paula.

She's on Across Time.

It's not a bad show actually.

Is she going up?

Yeah.

Anyway, I mean you, you could

develop something for yourself

now probably, right?

I mean that really

is the benefit

of having had your own show.

Walk into any network

and get something going.

Yeah, yeah, well you know, I

get offers all the

time, you know?

And interviews

with NBC, Fox, CBS,

everything, I just, there's not

really that much

I'm interested in.

Is she going up now?

I think so.

I don't want you

think I'm being...

I don't know, it's just...

You're the only

person I've ever known

that can inspire me and make my

skin crawl in the

same 60 seconds.

I don't know how you do it.

Hello?

Hey Brenda, how ya doing?

Listen, I gotta

take back the place.

What?!

Sorry.

Yeah, well I told you

you can have it until the owners

decided they wanted to do

something with it,

and they decided.

Sorry, kid.

No no, wait, you said that would

probably never happen.

That's why I said probably, see?

Oh my God, this is the worst.

You're just kicking me out!

End of the month.

Oh, listen, I gotta go, okay?

I'll call you later.

F*** me.

I don't know how

that's possible, but...

You can do that.

And I don't know why I can't

cut loose from you.

Don't you see?

That every time you

look at me I cringe.

And every time you walk away

from me, I chase you and I

will f***ing kill your family!

And I will dance

on their corpses!

Would that even

elicit the slightest

reaction from you,

you heartless swine?!

Hey, Laurie?

I need you, can you meet me?

Yeah, yeah, could you just

meet me at Rona in like an hour?

Okay, thanks.

How's your day going?

Hey, could I get a

waitress over here,

the service takes forever.

Thank you.

Give it to me.

Don't bark orders.

Give it to me.

Hey!

Let me preface

this by telling you

a little something

so you just don't

blurt out the hurtful sh*t

you love to say, okay?

Preface away, John.

Now you have to

understand something,

I brought you the

talk show host gig,

you flicked a lit

cigarette at me.

Oh come on, you know better

to have bring me that mess.

I should have

f***ing known better.

That's right, you should know

better, what'd you

think I was gonna do?

Hi, could I have another

chai tea latte please?

Thank you, you're great, and

whatever this viper wants.

Just a coffee please.

Excuse me.

You're a very

attractive young lady,

you're an actress perhaps?

Yeah, yes, I am, why?

Just permit me to do this a sec.

I'm sorry, what's your name?

Marnie.

Marnie!

Oh wow, if ever a name begged

to be up in lights, it's Marnie.

Okay, so Marnie, you're a

struggling young actress,

and I come to you

with an offer to

host a network television show

of some kind, a

dating show, say a

competition dating show.

Uh huh.

Would you take that job?

Are you offering me a job?

No.

Are you offering to be my agent?

No, I'm just posing

a hypothetical,

okay, thank you,

Marnie, thank you

- very much, that's nice.

- That was good.

How'd that feel?

Yeah, she reminded me of

you when I first laid eyes.

Okay, so now just,

can you listen

to me for a second, I've

got a bone to pick with you.

I don't care.

I really don't care, I'm already

in a really pissy mood, and all

I hear from you is I can't,

I can't, I can't, I can't,

do your f***ing job!

I need my career back,

for Christ's sake!

I don't know, maybe we need to

rethink our approach, or...

I'm trying to get you

to rethink your approach.

No no no, I will not host

a f***ing reality

TV show, that sh*t

come in, I don't

care what it pays,

do not tell me about it!

It is career suicide,

John, and you know that.

No it's not, Brenda!

You wanna know what's suicide?

Your f***ing

drinking and your...

Your f***ing tardiness and your

mouthy bullshit,

oh, and enlightening

the show-runner about

his lack of

personal hygiene in

front of everyone

was just beautiful, pumpkin!

You know what, I am f***ing

tired of this conversation!

No no no, do your job!

Do your job.

I did good for that show,

and I did good for that

cocksucker, and you know it!

Good, yeah, that's

real good, Brenda.

Let me just explain

something else

to you, okay, sweetie?

You are not that good, okay?

Jesus Christ, you're

a dime a dozen

to everyone else but yourself,

what else do you need to

get that through your head?!

Okay, Jesus, take

your f***ing pills.

I don't take pills!

Marnie?

Yes?

Hi, have you ever been with

a star of a hit TV show?

Really?

No.

No?

No.

B*tch.

What's the point?

You know what, just

shut up, just shut up,

just show me what we got.

Here.

The CW.

I'm way too f***ing

tall, I'm way

too f***ing old, the CW?

This is what's

coming in for you,

that is what...

Oh my God, John, I just wanna

quit these attempts at some type

of creative career.

What creative lighting?

I'm an agent!

Yeah, who am I talking to?

My friend is here,

so you have to go.

Okay, thank you very

much, Debra Winger.

I will see you soon.

Work harder.

All right,

sweetheart, I love you.

Love you.

- Hi, how are you?

- Hi.

What's up, you

had me all worried.

Yeah...

Oh my God, I knew I recognized

you, holy sh*t!

Brenda Schiffer, I served you

coffee and called you a b*tch,

isn't that f***ed up?!

But I gotta tell you I

loved you on The Small Things,

it was my favorite show.

And I can't believe they did

that to you in the finale.

I mean I get it, it

was a great episode

and everything, but you

were my favorite one.

I mean I get that

it was a story arc

and all that, but why you, do

you know what I'm saying?

Why me indeed.

Yeah, exactly, I mean

they're always killing

off the b*tch first

and it's so

predictable, I'm like...

So we're having a

conversation, so...

Oh, oh, oh my

gosh, duh, I'm sorry.

Would you mind if I just grabbed

a quick pic?

Yeah, sure, just come on down.

Say b*tches got first!

What?

Thank you so much.

Yup, you got it.

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