L053

I told you we were going to resume shooting tomorrow.

You have no business cancelling my fucking crew.

I can't even give anyone any fucking call times because I don't know what the hell is going on.

This morning you tell me, "This is not the way you want it. That is not the way you want it.

You can't shoot this all in one day."

In the script, what the hell do you want?

What do I want?

Yes, what do you want?

Take your clothes off, Alex.

Take your fucking clothes off and I'll show you what I want.

What I don't fucking want...

is some "Hi, I'm Mary. Hi, I'm Sue. Let's fuck" kind of movie.

I've seen so much of that shit.

I've been in so much of that shit that I can fucking ****.

I want dirt. I want grime. I want sweat.

I want fucking nasty shit.

I want ****** shit.

I want hot and nasty fucking shit.

I know what I want, but I don't know what I want. Do you know what I mean?

You wanna play? Huh? Do you wanna play with me? I'll show you what I want.

I want you to strap that thing on and ride me like it's the last fuck you're ever gonna have.

No soft and tender bullshit. No kissing. See? Get it?

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