"It was the west of times - no wait.  One sec - I'm Gonna have to proof read that.  Yes.  Nope.  Nope.  I'm gonna have to see.  Yep - I'm gonna have to... I'm gonna have to give that an honest look... 'cause there were a few lines in there that... well I'm just gonna have to - look I don't want to waste anymore - any verbal critique right now is just a colossal waste of time.  Agreed.  OK.  Sure.  Uh huh.  Yep.  Fine.  Sounds great.  Mmm hmm.  Chevy Chase the actor or the city?  Did WHAT?  OK... How dirty did he leave the place?  Squawking mad huh?  Ouch.  Sounds like a monumental late-life crisis if you ask me but... cheap Kmart suits - the whole nine... one sec.  Thanks babe.  Boy do you... mpfsss ... look... dainty... Mm... that... Mpfsss.  Mph... That's some pretty fresh peanut butter baby - new jar?  Mmm thank you.   Mmmm... where were we... yeah... right!  City Tour.  Look - this zoning here isn't right if I'm reading this correctly.  Right here and here, because we can't just set up camp with no physical... exactly... undeniably hypocritical on so many levels.  Well the coordinates are fuzzy and the mapping doesn't matt... come again? - Well you need to do your homework then.  I'm not ging to set up surveillance and micro-manage.  We're all adults here.  Look - not trying to sound like a jerk man - yeah - well tell Sergio his story's a little lopsided if you know what I... right.  Mhmm.  Diversions?  TupperWHAT?  Get off your high horse and stop talking down to me and everyone like this or I'll have you committed!!  What did Lorne say?  Yep.  Nah.  Alright.  Hang on.  Room service?  Yeah.  How far along?  One sec.  Yeah.  Swat they said on the shit.  Yep.  You don't way.  Yeah.  Set that down next to the fireplace.  Thanks.  Stay.  Thirty seconds.  Hold that thought.  They explained the situation and had a sit down at the BBQ on the lake.  Yeah.  Real puritan-colonial type shit.  Yeah... sure ok sure yes.  Tomorrow on the dot.  Stop it.  You're breakin' my heart kid.  That's the one - yep.  Two thirty Panera and I'm out of your hair.  See ya Old Bay.  Eesh."

  "The swag?

  "Yeah."

  "Kinda seedy to be handing stuff like these out... ehh my two cents.  You check the readouts yet?"

  "Nope."

  10 seconds later:

  "Gimme the phone.  Here.  Gimme that.  Lemme talk to her."

  "Hey the stopped sending the paper.  Why?"
  "You're not listening to me.  Fine.  Get one of the girls to do it then.  I don't do that shit.  Flicka - can you come in here for a minute?"

  "Stay right th..."

  "These mustard stains.  Where did these come from?"

  "I don't think that's mustard... marme?

  "Oui."

  "Ahhh."

  "Avec pomme frite?"

  (on phone)  "We sold it.  Yeah.  Party's on Wednesday can you believe it?"

  "Those heels.  Nope.  Only on hallow-"

  "Hang on a sec... Hold up 'yall.  Whaddaya need cat?"

  "Look man, this little workshop connection tour of yours is really something - but borderline deranged.  Zero structure.  No rhyme or reason or anything I can use."

  "It's art."

  "It completely degrades the reader.  Brutal."

  "It's supposed to degrade the reader.  Free S&M?"

  "Either way, this guy should be on display at MOMA.  You wouldn't believe it yourself if you re-wrote it longhand with a found pen... so real piece of..."

  "Well I kind of like it... so what now?"

  (back on phone)  "Ugh... GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE HUMPTY DUMPTY!!"

  "That's it?"

  "That's it."

  "We're done here?"

  "What are you eating?"

  "Hot fudge sundae.  The works."

  "You're boring me to tears but this piece has longevity potential like Gunsmoke.  I'm setting up a video conference for all of us next week.  And I hate to tranq the elephant in the room but what aBOUT the Rancher's Quarterly?  You're the fuckin' editor capn' - why are you doing this to me?  To us?  Why!?!  You can't just leave the best team of scientists and doctors this side of the Mississipp' now!"

  "I have to.  Look.  It's for the best."

  5 seconds later:

  "I guess so but no one's laughing anymore.  Joke's damn wore off."

  "Is that garlic?"

  "Easy on that stuff please.  I got enough on my plate right now as you can tell."

  "What.  Willy Wonka on the Side-Car Express?"

  "Bah-dunk... cha!!"

  (on phone)  "Pardon?"

  "That's deet - not Binaca now... you've been warned.  Might be some cheap Slavic cologne.  What?  You're breaking up on me... one more time.  There.  That's better.  Don't move.  This connection sucks I apologize..."

  "Or perfume."

  "Not likely.  Ok.  Time.  What do you got?"

  "Not enough.  Script's not French enough for me, and it's full of these Germanic undertones that are a little on the racy side - don't you think?  Even by OUR standards.  You could fly material like this twenty maybe twenty five years ago, but nowadays it's a little sketch.  And this part here has to go.  You ever hear of the term 'subliminally sarcastic?'  ... probably not... yeah..."

  "So many rules and regs at this paper."

  "Well they're there for a reason.  Listen, I need to grab some lunch and get back to actual work, or I'm never gonna get a thing done today - and it's all your fault.  Bastard."  

  "Gimme the keys."

  "Party's..."

  "Just begun."