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—Oscar listen to me! They’ve settled your damages.

—But the hospital bills and what about the car, they . . .

—I’m not talking about your car. I’m talking about your immortal soul, now sit down. Harry called. You’ve been awarded all the profits on the motion picture The Blood in the Red White…

—That’s it yes! Sunday mass nailing down their immortality one day a week so they can waste the rest of it on trash, or the ones who squander it piling up money like a barrier against death while the artist is working on his immortality every minute, everything he creates, that’s what his work is, …

[...] No now listen Harry I mean I’m not entirely stupid. One of your socalled parties deducts millions in legal costs every year as a business expense and the other one has never paid taxes in its entire parasitic life then who makes up the difference? Who pays for these bombs and battleships and …

If this de minimis defense cannot prevail, then neither can defendants’ copious recital of omissions, variations and incidents foreign to both the play and the public domain. The simple handshake transformed on the screen to a heaving ejaculatory introduction between the leading couple is after all…

—All right, look. Look all I meant was Oscar takes off and writes a longwinded play about his grandfather he wasn’t hired to do it, about somebody seeking justice nobody paid him to did they? And it gets him nowhere, does he keep at it? write another play? and another? No, no he splurges this one t…