Listen, it's just a gift I found at the bottom of my bag, thought you might like it. You don't, I'll go sell it for a million to Jim or Robin or someone.
You write for, what, Robin Williams?
Yeah, what do you think he makes that "improv" shit up? Off the top of his head? Right. He'd still be Mork from fucking Ork if he didn't buy jokes from me at a hundred grand a pop.