i'm looking at your ugly mug on the back of vanity fair magazine in beautiful living color with the two cute cuddly pandas from cuteville. it's insane.
the credibility factor that the pandas give you is priceless, and strangely, if' you see this picture, what really strikes me is the credibility that you give them. i've been getting psychotic feedback all day. hey did you get the basket i sent? we see: a survival-themed gift basket in a camouflage backpack, there's a satellite phone, camouflage sunblock, etc.
you sad? what's wrong?
is that what this is about? crazy kirk lazarus goes and places his entire body in some experimental malaysian dipping sauce so he can actually be black, of course he's gonna get buzz. listen to what i am telling you. he is clinically mentally not right.
i don't believe those were my exact words but let's get beyond that to the root of this. remember the moment you chose to do, this', and i wanted you to do the esp robot thing with wolfgang petersen? and i said stay home be happy and you said "no, rick i need to play a real human being" and i said "okay" and then i said "are you sure?" and you said that you needed this-for your soul?
which i totally respected and now you're doing the crazy surfer three. sixty move on me,. which i love by the-way-- but-you said fuck it, i gotta do it for my soul and-that's why i hate you.  because you were right. and you're in. the phuc long fucking delta,. in the real mud, with- leeches in your hair, 20,000 mil es from fatburger.being an actor-and, i would wager, forcing everyone around you to rise to your level. am i right? i mean you are over there forcing a bunch of pussy actors to gel, straighten up and. become a platoon. and it hurts. am i right? speedman actually seems tohave bought-this
alright, that's what.i thought. now get to work genius soldier. i'll handle the .tivo. peck hangs up abruptly.
get this yutzle on the phone. now.
ok, look, you wanna go through this again, let's do it. i see more for you than this. this whole 'big fish in the little scary jungle pond' thing. i see you as a front man, as a leader, not just of this little rebel guerilla warrior group. i see it big picture. is it music, is it movies? is it a series on fox? i don't know. but i do know it is not happening with you staring at me doing my "i know why the caged bird sings" routine for you and the peanut gallery for another six months. it's old school already. tran and some henchmen watch, unamused. tran nods, one of the henchmen turns a handle which lowers the cage into the water. after a moment, it comes back up with a soaking peck.
and it makes me sad to see you chomping on the stogie and you're not even fourteen or whatever. i'm thinking "what hole does that need to fill, that you have to keep dipping me into the water to somehow feel better about yourself?" i can be a partner to you, not just a captive.
obviously not. dare i bring up.a sore subject. can we do a little business on the blackberry privileges? cause you're killing me here.