Eminem: Heyyy!
Steve: Hey, Em, what´s up?
Eminem: Steve Berman. What´s goin´ on, man, how you doin? Good to see you

again. What´s up?
Steve: Em, could you come here and have a seat, please?
Eminem: Umm, yeah, what´s...
Steve: Vannessa, shut the door.
Secretary: Okay.
Eminem: So what´s up? How´s orders looking for the first week?
Steve: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all.
Eminem: Wh-
Steve: This album is less than nothing. I can´t sell this fucking record.
Eminem: Wha-
Steve: Do you know what´s happening to me out there?
Eminem: Wh-wha-what´s the problem?
Steve: Violent Ground told me to go fuck myself!

Eminem: Who´s Violent...?
Steve: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass! Do you know
what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass?
Eminem: But, I-
Steve: I´m gonna lose my fuckin´ job over this. You know why Dre´s record
was so successful? He´s rappin´ about big-screen tv´s, blunts, 40´s and
bitches. You´re rappin´ about homosexuals and Vicadin.
Eminem: I mean-
Steve: I can´t sell this shit!
Eminem: What-
Steve: Either change the record or it´s not coming out!
Eminem: What, I-

Steve: Now get the fuck out of my office!
Eminem: What am I supposed-
Steve: NOW!
Eminem: Alright man, whatever.