S'um, like, s'like a correcting a mistake. Something's gotta give. Can't have a copy of the same thing fuckin' things up, right?

[It's possible that Alex had a point in here somewhere, but he's pretty much lost track of it. All he can do is track the line of thought he already started and hope that at some point it ends up somewhere comprehensible.

At this point he's doing little more than regurgitating some of the lines from the masterful script he wrote back in college, but it's getting to be a strain to remember. He sips at his current drink a little more delicately, lost in that dangerous memory lane.]

I wrote that. Back at home. It was gonna be a movie.