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All right, all right, I get it. You're making this up? What is this? Like a little stanislavski improv thing? Well, you can stop. Stanislavski? Is he part of the resistance? Stop! I am your guest! Gabriela ripped the bedspread off me this morning. Now you're sending me on, like, a wild goose chase! I'm sorry, but you can't quit acting! You can't! That's none of your business. Whether you like it or not, you have a gift. And that gift brings light and joy to an increasingly dark and broken world! And to turn your back on that gift is to turn your back on the entire human race.
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
18.7s
Did you hate my screenplay? It's okay if you did. I just need to know. You wrote a script? I sent it to your agent. He was supposed to give it to you. Well, he didn't. I guess I can understand why he didn't, but where is it? I'll read it right now. Now? Like, right now? Right now. Send it.
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
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What do you guys want? You want money? Here, take my watch. It's not a copy, it's real. Mr. Cage, we're with the U.S. government. We need your help. The man you're staying with is the head of a violent international arms cartel. Wait, wait, wait. Javi? He's a ruthless motherfucker. He started small, coastal Spain. But then, he got greedy. Trying to expand his operations east, west. Trail of dead bodies in his wake. Javi Gutierrez? Yes, Javi. I don't think we're talking about the same Javi. We're definitely talking about the same fucking Javi. It's the same fucking guy, man. Okay, okay. So, you're CIA, some kind of intelligence, right? And your job is to read people, yeah? Well, as a thespian, that is also my job. To understand people's characters, to feel what they're feeling. Which is how I know that Javi is not a gun dealer. You're saying your acting ability trumps five years of hard data collected by the world's finest intelligence agency? My nouveau shamanic acting ability? You better fucking believe it. Oh! Hey, guys, this sucks. Uh, Nicolas cage's nouveau shamanic acting ability has determined that we got the wrong guy. So, let's pack up our shit and fucking go home. Hey, man, don't mind him. He's all messed up inside. He just found out his wife's been fucking his dad. That's not all the way true. Look, do you recognize this girl?
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent