I prepared myself just to come and see you, and all you gave a shit about was your time. No one has ever talked to me so patronizingly. You laughed off what I said, but I suppose it made you feel less guilty. You even told me to to go get a beer to feel make myself feel better. You messed with the wrong fucker asshole. Let's see what Woody has to say about this. Even if I'm not staying, I swear that one day, I'll make it big. And then, throw some fucking money in your fucking face.