[The Tropic Thunder production crew have a video conference with studio exec Les Grossman]
I see you. I see you. I see you. Which one of you ****faces is Damien Cockburn?
Uh, that's me, sir. It's an honor to finally meet you. Get some face time.
And who here is the key grip? [the key grip raises his hand] You? You! Hit that director in the face, really **** hard!
[reluctantly walks over to Damien]
Sorry, man. [punches him in the face]
This is all your fault, you Limey ****! You shit the money-bed, my friend.
What?
God damn it, Damien! with all due respect, Les Grossman did not blow up the jungle.
What?
**** the jungle.
Exactly! come on, man.
Hey, Les, I understand if you're angry, but I am dealing with a bunch of prima donnas! clowns! Tugg Speedman, he can't cry! he can't cry!
You know how you handle an actor? they whine about anything, you pull down their pants and you spank their ass.
You spank that ass, Les.
What?
Spanking a child turns him into a snot. Fear, that's what makes him a man. I know a place where a man's worth is measured by the ears hanging off his dog tags. The real hardcore shit! You wanna make this movie right? That's where you take your pansy ass actors.
Les, that's Four Leaf.
Sergeant Four Leaf Tayback. I wrote the book.
Wow. You're a great American. This nation owes you a huge debt. Now shut the **** up and let me do my job! Look, Cockburn.
Yes.
From now on, my fist is gonna be so far up your shithole that every time you have a thought, it's gonna have to tiptoe past my wedding ring. Take control of your actors, or I will shut you down. Diet Coke!
