on some recent tv.

[carcetti]

You see a couple of parallels that remind you of my show — not even the shit that involves me — and you put my head on the chopping block again. For the record, flattered isn't the word I'd use. Not even close.

Look, do a rewatch, and then we'll talk, okay? Yeah, the crying, the screaming, the whole she-bang. What's the saying — if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen? Yeah, that one.

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[nightblogs]

Cryin' and screaming don't sound too nice.

[carcetti]

That's what I keep saying, but the management doesn't like to listen. Surprise, surprise, I guess.

[nightblogs]

[awkward face. yep, that's tough.]

Yeah... management never listens. I stopped trying a long time ago.

[says the tiny teenager]

[mention]

Oddly enough, it never occurs to them that if they can't stand the heat, they shouldn't have been playing with fire from the start.

[carcetti]

Yeah, not in a million years. And getting burned on the stove doesn't turn 'em off of trying to touch it again, either.

[mention]

Never has. Starting now would be something of a moot point. Old habits and all that to-do.

[carcetti]

At least it's usually temporary. Get picked up, mess around for a little bit, get put back on the shelf for another year, that kind of thing.

[mention]

That does seem to be quite the recurring MO, doesn't it? They insist that all this will be worth our while, but can we really call something so short-lived worth anything other than a spot of bother?

[dissatisfied]

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

[carcetti]

Typist's a fucking sap, what can I say.

[dissatisfied]

[ Her mouth purses. ]

Oh, Tommy. You know you shouldn't talk to your girl that way. Who knows what she'll decide to do with you?

[carcetti]

[ And that, honestly, is all it takes (from her, anyway) to get him to fold like a house of cards. ]

Alright, alright. Look— [ he raises his hands, palms up ] —I can play nice. Picture of innocence.