written by Paul Thomas Anderson
Dirk Diggler: Look, man, all we need is the tapes, alright?
Record Producer (Robert Downey Sr.): No, you don't get the tapes until you've paid.
Dirk Diggler: In our situation, that doesn't make any fucking sense!
Reed Rothchild: Look, we can not pay for the tapes, unless we take the tapes to the record company, and get paid.
Dirk Diggler: Hello? Exactly!!
Record Producer: That's not an MP, that's a YP, your problem. Come up with the money, or forget it.
Reed Rothchild: Okay, now you're talking above my head. I don't know all of this industry jargon, YP, MP. All I know is that I can't get a record contract, we cannot get a record contract unless we take those tapes to the record company. And granted, the tapes themselves are a uh um oh, you own them, alright, but the magic that is on those tapes. That fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don't own that! Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company. And they're waiting for us, we were supposed to be there a half hour ago. We look like assholes, man!
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