Well, it's no trick to make a lot of money if all you want... is to make a lot of money.
— What the fuck? Give me that motherfucking camera.
— Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa! Back off there, cowboy. I know my constitutional rights. Anyway, I know you were coming here to suck cock, so it's alright.
— What the fuck you talkin' about?
— Whoa! Hey! Look, I saw "Quarterback Blues", man. And y'know, some of those older records of yours even they sound a little bit closeted, I'm just sayin'.
— What? A black man walking in Vinewood, you think the Clay PG Sellout? You bitch-ass punk motherfucker.
— Oh. Oh shit, man. Oh... Hey. I'm sorry, dude. I didn't, didn't have my contacts in... y'know. I mean, I love black people. Yeah, y'know like, like... I love gangsters! I love, like, gangster rap. "Yo! Sup!"
— Man, who gives a fuck if he's gay or not, man? The man is not married. It's his business. Leave motherfuckers alone.
— Look, I'm just sayin' that, that it's the hypocrisy that I can't stand. Y'know, I mean of celebrities. I mean PG... right, he says he's a killer and a murderer and all that great stuff and then, what? He loves his mother and likes showtunes. I mean, really, what kind of message is that sending our kids? You know what I'm sayin'? The guy's a fraud.
— But why do you care, man?
— Because, you know why? Because, they all think they're gods, right? Well fuck them. Fuck them! Fuck them! Fuck them, Fuck! Them! Fuck them. They're not magic. No, no, they're not better than me. They're not better than m... Shit... oh shit, oh my God, it's Miranda. Miranda, I love you! Miranda! Come on... c'mon, come on, it's fucking Miranda fucking Cowan!
— Man, look. Leave me out your shit, man. C'mon on, she's a fucking megastar! Oh, no, no, no! We can make beaucoup bucks here, man. We got one picture of her hairy legs, or her aging muff, and we are in the money, man. In the money, bro. Come on! Come on, man! Come on!
— Oh... what the fuck is wrong with me?
— Let's go! You drive, I'll get the shot.
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I stayed grounded
as the amounts roll in
I'm real, I thought I told you
I really even on Oprah
That's just me
Nothin' phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see.
Nothin' phony with us, make the money,
get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Swizz.
— Frances said Linda was here today.
— Frances has a very specific loyalty, doesn't she?
— Well, people are loyal to those who pay their wages.
— It's true, I have killed people, Mr. Bailey. Sometimes to defend myself, sometimes for money. And many people used to come to us. Business partners, rivals, lovers. Some of the jobs we took and some we didn't. Yours is one we would never touch, Mr. Bailey.
— Is this your way of getting revenge?
— No. It's just the way I see things.
— She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity. Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia. Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was seventeen, right?
— That's right.
— If she had lived, she'd be over one hundred by now.
— One hundred and one newxt month.
— Okay, so she's a very old goddamn liar.