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Randal: Alright, look, I'm gonna get outta here. Call me as soon as they say something, alright? Elias: Wait, what? Where are you going? Randal: I'm gonna go work on my movie, man. Elias: You're movie? Randal: Yeah. I mean it's almost done, it's not like I'm doing Dante any good sitting around here. I might as well go work on my movie. Elias: Are you kidding me? Even *now*? Randal: "Even now" what? Elias: Oh, "my movie, my movie, everybody make MY movie, because it's SO important"! Randal: This is neither the time nor the place to do an impression of Christopher Nolan. Elias: I'm doing an impression of *you*, Randal! We're in the hospital! Randal: That's stating the obvious! Elias: No, the obvious statement right now would be "never mind the movie. My best friend's in the hospital"! Randal: It's just a heart attack. I had one! He'll be fine! Elias: Fuck you, Randal! Fuck you! God, man... I used to look up to you so much, but you're the worst, you know that? The worst in the world! Mr. Dante made your movie happen! Randal: *I* made my movie happen! *I* had the idea to make the movie! *I* wrote the script, and *I'm* the goddamn director! *I* made this movie happen! It was all *me*! Elias: Oh, it was all you, huh? Randal: Yeah! Elias: Take off your stupid mask, Randal. Because I remember Mr. Dante doing everything. He even called his ex-fiancé, who hates his guts, and put up *his* half of Quick-Stop just to get you the money to make your stupid movie! Randal: Wait a minute... Dante got the money for my movie from Emma...? Randal: Dante! I didn't know about Emma! I just found out! I didn't know! Is he okay?