“I’m not telling you to call anyone in our own fucking organization, Memphis. Call the hotel. Call in an order for a fucking pizza here for all I care. Get someone up here who can get through that door and bring me the fucking duffel bag from across the room.” “And if they call the cops about a guy handcuffed to a bed?” “I had a one night stand that went wrong,” I said quickly. “The fucking understatement of the century.” “Memphis.” “Just keep your pants on…off? Gross. Give me a second.”
