The Ringer Page #7

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You scratched my CD, you know. You picked

it up in clear daylight and you scratched it.

Yeah, I know,

but I thought we put that behind us.

Now, come on, Billy.

Let's do it from the top.

Keep your pants on, Spielberg.

Thanks for springing for lunch. Next

time, we'll go Danish and split it 60-60.

- Don't you mean 50-50?

- What? You don't tip?

I'm glad you called.

I've missed you. It's great to catch up.

Yeah. Good times. Listen...

You wanna come in

and meet some of the fellas I work with?

- They're a hoot.

- Sure.

Come on, Billy, from the top.

But soft. What light?

- Could you fix the lighting, please?

- What?

Steve, please, be a love.

Thomas, where's my water?

My throat is parched.

What kind do you want? Evian or tap water?

- Surprise me.

- Freakin' stars.

Hey, guys. Look what the cat dragged in.

- Hi, Lynn.

- Hi, Lynn.

- Hi, Lynn!

- Hi, Lynn.

My God. Are you OK?

Are you OK, Mr Stevie?

How many fingers do you see?

- Do you need a medic?

- He probably needs mouth-to-mouth, Lynn.

I'll do it.

- I'm good! I'm fine.

- Come on, baby.

- Mr Clumsy.

- Are you OK?

I'm fine. I broke the fall with my forehead.

Steve gave us all jobs.

Isn't that wonderfully nice, Lynn?

One could almost say Christ-like.

Yeah.

I'm starting to feel

like you guys are playing me.

Lynn, I promise I had nothing to do with it.

It's true, Lynn. He's totally ignorant.

Yeah.

Thanks, Winston.

- Guys, can we be alone for a few moments?

- Absolutely.

Eye contact.

Come on.

Lynn, you have no idea how sorry I am.

- It's OK. I forgive you.

- You do?

I didn't at first, but I forgive you.

You saw the thing on 20/20?

No.

Me. I tell.

- Stavi?

- I told her everything.

How you got me the job, how you scammed

the system so I could get my fingers back.

And how you secretly want to marry her.

I don't remember saying that.

Starting fresh?

Yeah. I'd like that.

It's a start.

Come on! Give him a kiss.

Get a room! I gotta do a play here tonight.

Who needs tickets?

You're not a cop?

You got tickets? OK.

Cheaper than the box office,

you'll save money.

But soft!

What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief.

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

And sails upon the bosom of the air.

On second thought, life is short.

I love you.

Hit the music, fellas.

Don't ignore me when you walk by

I'm not that different and that's no lie

All we're asking is for a little respect

- What's up? What's up?

- Respect

- What's up? What's up? What's up?

- Respect

R- E-S-P-E-C- We'll be brave whatever you do

R- E-S-P-E-C- Better watch out, it could happen to you

Don't dis, don't dis, don't dis, don't dis

Don't dis, don't dis, don't dis, don't dis

- What's up? What's up? What's up?

- Respect

- What's up? What's up? What's up?

- Respect

- What's up? What's up? What's up?

- Respect

- What's up? What's up? What's up?

- Respect

Respect, respect

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