Canoga Park

Dale Galley, Jr.:
I'm sorry. I don't mean to give you a line reading, Jerry. But it's like "I've sheathed me dagger in me scabbard, and me scabbard's in me britches."... Beat... "And I've no idea where me britches went." Now, I don't want to give you a line reading, but just like that.

Travis Wayne:
Cut. Guys, that was fantastic.

Dale Galley, Jr.:
Dammit! He's supposed to die suspended from the masthead, hanged from the masthead! It's the Christ parallelism for Christ sake!

Travis Wayne:
You can't write drama like that! And when i say, "You cannot write drama like that," I mean YOU cannot write drama like that. All your dialogue smells of dialogue. I mean, look at the bloody nose, look how real that is!

Dirk Reamer:
It's because it is bloody real.

Travis Wayne:
Oh. That's real. Can we get a medic to help him out? Uh... lunch! That's lunch, everybody.

Dale Galley, Jr.:
I need another word for pirate that isn't rapscallion or buccaneer.

Kevin the P.A.:
Okay, let me think here. How about "a**hole who doesn't know his place and who's not my boss and who I don't like?"

Dale Galley, Jr.:
That's like sixteen words. I just needed one.

Kevin the P.A.:
You can shorten it to just "a**hole."

Dale Galley, Jr.:
Uh-huh. I'll have one of those shakes on your way out.

Kevin the P.A.:
You wanna try this? It's the new Kevin HanSmoothie.

Dale Galley, Jr.:
Hey, that's good, man.

Kevin the P.A.:
I think it's gonna be my best one so far.

Dale Galley, Jr.:
Yeah, i'm working... [waves Kevin off dismissively. Returns to typing in his laptop] "Aargh! Yer an a**hole who doesn't know his place..."