Don't I know how to assemble an audience? And does it not appear that I can't lose an audience for trying? --I can't even seem to get rid of the people who hate my guts. It's called being a "draw."
And I understand the business side of things. I'm not one of those artists who demands a ten-million-dollar spaceship for a five-second shot or he's gonna go sulk. I get the business part, okay? You paint up some cardboard and do some soft-focus and let your dumbass audience pretend it's a spaceship if they're so interested.
I'm not gettin' any younger or more beautiful here. Let's get a move-on, alright? Just give the word; I'll print ya out a treatment. We'll have your homo family with spunky robot daughters and drug-resistant psoriasis. A moral take-away in every episode, nice and neat. And we'll do Iphone tie-ins and Biz Bleach placements.
What am I here, some kind of artiste? It's fuckin' show business. Let's not overthink it.
