Get his ass! Get his ass! Get his ass! Who's better than Wat Chun Lee? Whoopin' everybody ass while he's smokin' a cigarette. [Hears knock on the door] Oh, shit. Who's knockin' on my door this late? Whoever this is, is distracting me from seeing Wat Chun Lee whoop some ass. [Opens door] Sara? Ooh. Sara, what are you doing here? It's late.
Sara I'm dropping out.
What?
Sara I'm sorry. It's just I'm so freaked out I can't even sleep.
Slow down, slow down. What's the problem?
Sara Can't you see I'm not like the others?
I know you're not like the others. You know you're not like the others. The others ain't nothin' but a bunch... of smart-ass, wise-crackin', posin' wannabes. You are the real deal. Every existing element about you... is what the internet audience really wants.
Sara I don't want to be famous.
What do you mean you don't want to be famous? That's the American dream.
Sara I think I'm just scared.
It's okay to be scared. Being scared is good. Fear is good. Fear motivates. Fear gives you the feeling of being alive.
Sara Fear makes me want to throw up.
Trust me, please. When it's all said and done, at the end of the day... you'd be surprised of how much you surprise yourself.
Sara I'm sorry to bother you. I just...
It's okay. Do me a favor. Sleep on it. We'll talk about it tomorrow. You can sweat it tonight, man. Now take your tail on outta here and go to bed. [Sara leaves, to self] Ol' Freddie boy, damn, you good.
