“We own the rights. You had your pass at the screenplay. Our deal with you is done. And now we’re going to make Cutter the way we see it. Hell, we’ll probably end up changing the fucking title too. You know, to something less grotesque. You want to scream and stomp your stilettos at somebody, try the lawyer who made your deal in the first place. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to finish my steak. I might even order dessert. You can stay or you can go. It’s up to you.”
I'm on the studio's side tbh
