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Barton and Geisler sit eating in a semicircular booth. Geisler
speaks through a mouthful of food:

GEISLER
Don't worry about it. It's just a B
picture. I bring it in on budget,
they'll book it without even screening
it. Life is too short.

BARTON
But Lipnik said he wanted to look at
the script, see something by the end
of the week.

GEISLER
Sure he did. And he forgot about it
before your ass left his sofa.

BARTON
Okay. I'm just having trouble getting
started. It's funny, I'm blocked up. 
I feel like I need some kind of
indication of... what's expected –

GEISLER
Wallace Beery. Wrestling picture.
What do you need, a road map?

Geisler chews on his cottage cheese and stares at Barton.

GEISLER
...Look, you're confused? You need
guidance? Talk to another writer.

BARTON
Who?

Geisler rises and throws his napkin onto his plate.

GEISLER
Jesus, throw a rock in here, you'll
hit one. And do me a favor, Fink:
Throw it hard.