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Red Fatality
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James Woods cleans out the microwave with a scraper while talking on his cellular phone.
Tony, you're my agent. You _have_ to do something about this. ...How can it be the same movie if they've changed my character from a convenience store clerk to a jittery eskimo firefighter? ...Uh huh...uh huh...mm hmm...well, actually, that's a pretty good explanation. {Now this is gross, right, this'll be _gross_ points in this new...? OK. Yeah, 'cause there's monkey -- yeah, OK, great.} OK, good: book me a flight, rent me an igloo, and tell those dorks at the Kwik-E-Mart that boom! I am outta here, I'm a dot, I'm gone, OK? ...What do you mean, I gotta give two weeks' notice? Why you frickin', no good, motha [beep] [beep] cheese! ...No, not you, I'm just talking to my oven. -- James Woods' frustrations, "Homer and Apu"
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