Eminem:
Heyyy! Steve: Hey, Em,
what's up? Eminem: Steve Berman. What's goin' on, man, how you
doin? Good to
see you again. What's up? Steve: Em, could you come here and have
a seat,
please? Eminem: Umm, yeah, what's... Steve: Vannessa, shut the
door.
Secretary: Okay. Eminem: So what's up? How's orders looking for
the first
week? Steve: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all.
Eminem: Wh-
Steve: This album is less than nothing. I can't sell this fucking
record.
Eminem: Wha- Steve: Do you know what's happening to me out there?
Eminem:
Wh-wha-what's the problem? Steve: Violent Ground told me to go
fuck myself!
Eminem: Who's Violent...? Steve: Tower Records told me to shove
this record
up my ass! Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a
record shoved
up your ass? Eminem: But, I- Steve: I'm gonna lose my fuckin' job
over this.
You know why Dre's record was so successful? He's rappin' about
big-screen
tv's, blunts, 40's and bitches. You're rappin' about homosexuals
and
Vicadin. Eminem: I mean- Steve: I can't sell this shit! Eminem:
What- Steve:
Either change the record or it's not coming out! Eminem: What, I-
Steve: Now
get the fuck out of my office! Eminem: What am I supposed- Steve:
NOW!
Eminem: Alright man, whatever.