Carl: You’re our agent, Zev. I want this to be official. On paper. Or whatever you guys do. Zev: Don’t worry about that. It’s official. I have the power to sign on your behalf. Carl: That’s terrifying, Zev. Okay, they’re about to be pissed off. If they ask, tell them I know what I’m doing. Zev: Do you? Carl: Fuck no. I’m making this shit up as I go along.
