uh, chaka? yeah, hi--i'm banky edwards, the creator of bluntman and chronic. we met a few weeks back. i'm the executive producer.
banky. i just wanted you to know that i respect your work as an artist. i'm something of an artist myself. i was the inker on the comic book.
mister biggs? mister van der beek? i just wanted to say hi. i'm--
holy shit! what the fuck are you guys doing here?!
stop the movie?! are you crazy?!
i feel for you boys--i really do. those net snipers can be really cruel. but miramax paid me a shitload of money for bluntman and chronic, so it occurs to me that people bad- mouthing you on some web-site is none of my fucking concern!
so, what do you guys want, to go away and take your lady friends with you?
even if there's no movie, people are still free to talk shit about you on the internet. that's what the internet's for: slandering others anonymously. stopping the flick isn't going to stop that!
isn't that your girlfriend's enemy?
you guys are gonna ruin my movie career.
tell you what: we'll settle this monetarily. i'll give you half of what i made.
half's not good enough? fine--i'll give you two-thirds of what i made!
done
regardless of what you may have heard. i do not kiss guys.
well, boys--you're rich in love-- well, you're in love. and to top that off, you've got your own monkey. what more could two guys from jersey possibly want?
what do i keep telling you? there's not much you can do to stop that. well, short of showing up at all their houses and beating the shit out of them, i guess.
i'm so fucking embarrassed--
thanks. that means a lot coming from the guy who pretends to be shaft as opposed to the guy who takes shaft.
hey! hey! what'd we say? not in public!
you--!