(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?!