-Where the fuck does all that cookie money go for the Girl Scouts? -I mean ain’t that like, cultural guilt engineered into America, Where it’s like a little girl shows up at your door saying “I’m selling cookies”. Well, you have to buy them.
(Everyone else saying “you do”) I mean somebody’s gonna figure out a way to train puppies to sell cookies, then you’re doomed. -It just shows up, it’s got like a box, a bow and a collar. -Its sad eyes.
-Gives ya a roll of thin mints. -“Buy this so I can eat tonight.” (Laughter) -I understood that, why did you clarify? -Cause I don’t think people who haven’t been overseas with no, Novatel’s not a big hotel chain in the United States. -I’m just trying to fucking help!
-Fight, fight, fight, -Kiss, kiss. I made friends with all the homeless people around-
-How’d that work out? You know what, I have no regrets. -I do, cause every time I walked by a certain homeless person, you’d say “Where’s your boss, you got 20 dollars for me?” (Laughter) I’m the fucking, like, go-between guy now. I just bring ’em a bag and run. -No no no, the worst part. He would come to our front door of the office and start ringing the doorbell. And I’d go down-
“Hey, is your boss here?” “Who the fuck are you, no, get outta here!” He’d be like “I was hoping he’d get me a hotel room tonight. They’re gonna cut my other leg off tomorrow, so I need a comfy bed.” And then the next day, he’d still have that fuckin’ leg. -He still has- He owes us that leg. -Yeah. An office trophy, we can put it up next to all our Machinima awards.