Will you stop acting weird? I think you’re out of control. You’re not thinking things through effectively, you gotta be effective and right now you sound like a panicked lunatic waving your arms around in the street. Breathe. Just breathe, alright? Numb your nuts there numbnuts. I’ll get my check, believe me, I’ll get my check. If I have to go out incognito and locate the bastards I will and believe me, I’ll get my check. Boom! Paid! Good for the rest of the year! Ain’t nobody gonna take my money and listen, if you’re down and out, I got you, I’ll hook you up bro, you gotta chill, you’re always too hot and bothered, learn to be more calm when under pressure. I was built for this kind of thing. Look at me…I’m relaxed, calm, thoughtful…you, you’re out of control, you’re lettin’ the edge get to ya and I’m saying, NO…NO…and if my landlords threw me out, let ’em threw me out and watch what I do to this hotbox anyway…I’ll blow the whole thing up…got my buddy brother, he’s got grenades, alright, he’ll give me one a them and off we go, TA DA BOOM! Goodbye! Adios! Sayonara! Cio!
We’re out of that venice house. We’ll go to your mother’s house until we find a new place.
That’s all.
