Right. Better get rid of all that garbage instead of surviving it for twenty-some years or - or work on not, uh, producing so much trash or. Something.

[ Wow this metaphor is running away from him. He stubs out his cigarette, coughing into his free hand. ]

But I can't really expect you to try and talk things out, I mean. Everybody knows you're terrible with dialogue, so...

[ DID HE JUST

YES HE DID

WHAT A RECOVERY ]