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who?
    Moss: When . . .
    Levene: Just now.
    Roma: Guess who?
    Moss: You just this morning . . .
    Roma: Harriet and blah blah Nyborg.
    Moss: You did that?
    Levene: Eighty-two thousand dollars. (Pause.)
    Moss: Those fuckin’ deadbeats . . .
    Levene: My ass. I told ‘em. (To Roma:) Listen to this: I said . . .
    Moss: Hey, I don’t want to hear your fucking war stories . . .
    Roma: Fuck you, Dave . . .
    Levene: “You have to believe in yourself . . . you—”look—“alright . . . ?”
    Moss (To Williamson): Give me some leads. I’m going out . . . I’m getting out of . . .
    Levene: “. . . you have to believe in yourself . . .”
    Moss: Na, fuck the leads, I’m going home.
    Levene: “Bruce, Harriet . . . Fuck me, believe in yourself . . . ”
    Roma : We haven’t got a lead . . .
    Moss: Why not?
    Roma: They took ‘em . . .
    Moss: Hey, they’re fuckin’ garbage any case . . . . This whole goddamn . . .
    Levene: “. . . You look around, you say, ‘This one has so-and-so, and I have nothing . . . ”’
    Moss: Shit.
    Levene: “‘ Why ? Why don’t I get the opportunities . . . ?’”
    Moss: And did they steal the contracts . . . ?
    Roma: Fuck you care . . . ?
    Levene: “I want to tell you something, Harriett . . . ”
    Moss: . . . the fuck is that supposed to mean . . . ?
    Levene: Will you shut up, I’m telling you this . . .
    Aaronow sticks his head out.
    Aaronow: Can we get some coffee . . . ?
    Moss: How ya doing? (Pause.)
    Aaronow: Fine.
    Moss: Uh-huh.
    Aaronow: If anyone’s going, I could use some coffee.
    Levene: “You do get the . . .” (To Roma:) Huh? Huh?
    Moss: Fuck is that supposed to mean?
    Levene: “You do get the opportunity. . . . You get them. As I do, as anyone does . . . ”
    Moss: Ricky? . . . That I don’t care they stole the contracts? (Pause.)
    Levene: I got ‘em in the kitchen. I’m eating her crumb cake.
    Moss: What does that mean?
    Roma: It means, Dave, you haven’t closed a good one in a month, none of my business, you want to push me to answer you. (Pause.) And so you haven’t got a contract to get stolen or so forth.
    Moss: You have a mean streak in you, Ricky, you know that . . . ?
    Levene: Rick. Let me tell you. Wait, we’re in the . . .
    Moss: Shut the fuck up. (Pause.) Ricky. You have a mean streak in you. . . . (To Levene:) And what the fuck are you babbling about . . . ? ( To Roma:)Bring that shit up. Of my volume. You were on a bad one and I brought it up to you you’d harbor it. (Pause.) You’d harbor it a long long while. And you’d be right.
    Roma: Who said “Fuck the Machine"?
    Moss: “Fuck the Machine”? “Fuck the Machine” ? What is this. Courtesy class . . . ? You’re fucked, Rick—are you fucking nuts ? You’re hot, so you think you’re the ruler of this place . . . ?! You want to . . .
    Levene: Dave . . .
    Moss: . . . Shut up. Decide who should be dealt with how? Is that the thing? I come into the fuckin’ office today, I get humiliated by some jagoff cop. I get accused of . . . I get this shit thrown in my face by you, you genuine shit, because you’re top name on the board . . .
    Roma: Is that what I did? Dave? I humiliated you? My God . . . I’m sorry . . .
    Moss: Sittin’ on top of the world, sittin’ on top of the world, everything’s fucking peach fuzz . . .
    Roma: Oh, and I don’t get a moment to spare for a bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately. Fuck you, Dave, you know you got a big mouth, and you make a close the whole place stinks with your farts for a week. “How much you just ingested,” what a big man you are, “Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I’ll show you how to chew it.” Your pal closes, all that comes out of your mouth is bile, how fucked up you are . . .
    Moss: Who’s my pal . . . ? And what are you, Ricky, huh, what are you, Bishop Sheean ? Who the fuck are you, Mr. Slick . . . ? What are you, friend to the workingman ? Big deal. Fuck you, you got the memory a fuckin’ fly. I never liked you.
    Roma: