(Inaudible)
Ian: So, what do ya think?
door slams shut
Mickey: What are these?
Ian: They're the chairs you wanted.
Mickey: Was I not clear?
Mickey: Where the fuck...
are the chiavari chairs?
man: These are the chiavaris.
Mickey: You shut the fuck up.
Mickey: You...I could not have been more specific.
I asked you to find me a caterer who had the gold...
chiavaris with the white cushions.
You had one job.
man: uh...that was my fault.
I...thought we had those, but I was mistaken.
Ian: But I--I, think that any
of these could work.
Mickey: Goddammit, why does everything always have to suck?!