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I GOT FEELINGS TOO YOU KNOW

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TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD

http://www.aolcdn.com/tmz_audio/020209_christianbale.mp3

Bateman: "-kick your fucking ass-"
Hurlbut: "-Christian Christian-"
Bateman: "I want you off the fucking set, you prick!"
Hurlbut: "Christian, I'm sorry."
Bateman: "No, don't just be sorry! Think for one fucking second. That the fuck are you doing? Are you professional or not?"
Hurlbut: "Yes I am."
Bateman: "Do I fucking walk around and rip down-"
Bruce: "-Christian, Christian-"
Bateman: "-No, shut the fuck up Bruce! Do I want -NO NO- Don't shut me up-"
Bruce: "-I'm not shutting you up-"
Bateman: "-Am I gonna walk around and rip your fucking lights down, in the middle of a scene? Then why the fuck are you walking right through uhdaduhdaduh like this in the background? What the fuck is it with you? What don't you fucking understand-"
Random: " take everybody out."
Bateman: "You've got any fucking idea about -- hey it's fucking distracting having somebody walking up behind Bryce in the middle of the fucking scene. Give me a fucking answer! What don't you get about it?"
Hurlbut: "I was, looking at the light."
Bateman: "Oh good for you! And how was it? I hope it was fucking good because it's useless now isn't it? Fuck's sake man, you're amateur. McG, you got fucking something to say to this prick?"
McG: "I didn't see it happen."
Bateman: "Well somebody should be fucking watching him and keeping an eye on him."
McG: "Fair enough."
Bateman: "It's the second time that he doesn't give a fuck about what is going on in front of the camera-"
McG: "-alright-"
Bateman: "-alright? I'm trying to fucking do a scene here and I'm going: Why the fuck is Shane walking in there? What is he doing there? Do you understand my mind is not in the scene if you're doing that."
Hurlbut: "I absolutely apologize, I'm sorry I did not mean anything by it-"
Bateman: "Stay off the fucking set man, for fuck's sake. Alright let's go again."
Random: "Let's take a minute."
Bateman: "Let's not take a fucking minute, let's go again! And let's not have you fucking walking in! Can I have Tom put this on please?"
Random: "Yeah Tom wardrobe please, Tom wardrobe."
Bateman: "You're unbelievable man, you're un-fucking-believable. Number of times you're strolling afucking round in the background. I never had a DP behave like this. Uhh, you don't fucking understand what it's like working with actors, that's what that is-"
Hurlbut: "-no that's not-"
Bateman: "-THAT'S what that is man, I'm telling you. I'm not asking I'm telling you. You wouldn'ta done that otherwise."
Hurlbut: "-No, what it is is looking at the light and making sure uh, that you were-"
Bateman: "-I'm gonna fucking kick your fucking ass if you don't shut up for a second-"
Random: "-Christian Christian just cool it-"
Bateman: "I'm gonna go, you want me to fucking go trash your lights? Do you want me to fucking trash them? Then why are you trashing my scene?"
Hurlbut: "-I'm not trying to trash them-"
Bateman: "You are trashing my scene! You do it one more fucking time and I ain't walking on this set if you're still hired. I'm fucking serious. You're a nice guy, you're a nice guy. But that don't fucking cut it when you're bullshittin and fucking around like this on set."
McG: "Alright lets lets try again."
Bateman: "Yeah you might get it, he doesn't fucking get it-"
McG: "I got it, I know I get it, I get it.
Bateman: "You might, he. Does. Not. Get it."
McG: "I know, and good adjustments, okay? For real, honestly, I get it. Let's walk for five seconds."
Bateman: "No I don't need any fucking walking. He needs to stop walking, I ain't the one walking. Let's get Tom to put this back on and let's go again. Seriously man you and me we're fucking done professionally. Fucking ass."

DELICIOUS COPYPASTA

I GUESS THIS WEBSITE COULD BE MY OWN TRIBUNE. ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATURAL LANGUAGE, BUT I THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE THIS MYSELF. HOPEFULLY IT WILL MAKE SENSE TO SOME, AND STRAIGHTEN SOME IMPRECISE RECORDS. I WAS SILENT FOR A LONG TIME. I OBSERVED WITH INTEREST HOW BLURRY AND TWISTED EVERYTHING HAS BECOME. I ALMOST FEEL LIKE I’M A STRANGER TO ALL THIS, AND TOTALLY RELIEVED IT HAS FINALLY COME OUT. IN JULY 2000, ALMOST 7 YEARS AGO, I JOINED CHRISTIAN DIOR AND STARTED TO DEFINE DIOR HOMME. I CAME FROM SAINT LAURENT. I WAS A LITTLE MISERABLE AND SAD OF THIS SUDDEN EXODUS, BUT THE IDEA OF STARTING EX-NIHILO A DIFFERENT MASCULINE PROJECT AT DIOR WAS APPEALING. I’VE ALWAYS FELT FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL HOUSE. I BELIEVED DIOR HOMME, NEWLY CREATED, COULD BE A HOLISTIC PROJECT. THROUGH THE YEARS I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO COLLABORATE WITH SO MANY CREATIVE MINDS AND DEVELOP A COMMON SENSIBILITY. I WANT TO THANK THEM ALL FOR A REALLY FRUITFUL COLLABORATION. IT WAS A TIME CAPSULE―7 YEARS OF PRODUCING MUSIC, BANDS, ARCHITECTURAL SPACES, ART PROJECTS, AND DESIGN. I GUESS I WAS SOLELY INTERESTED IN THE TIME I WAS IN, LIVING IN COMPLETE MOVEMENT. I ALWAYS TRIED TO STAY FAITHFUL TO MY BELIEFS, AND THE IDEAS I WAS PURSUING. I TRIED NOT TO GET DISTRACTED. I HAD A CERTAIN IDEA OF THE HOUSE OF DIOR, WHICH I LOVE, AND TRIED TO EXPRESS IT THROUGH DIFFERENT MEDIUMS. IT WON’T BE FOR ME TO JUDGE IF IT WAS OF ANY RELEVANCE. I WAS JUST TRYING SOMETHING WHEN MY MOM GOT SCARED AND SAID "YOU'RE MOVING WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR." I WHISTLED FOR A CAB AND WHEN IT CAME NEAR, THE LICENSE PLATE SAID "FRESH" AND IT HAD A DICE IN THE MIRROR. IF ANYTHING I COULD SAY THAT THIS CAB WAS RARE BUT I THOUGHT "NAH, FORGET IT, YO HOMES, TO BEL-AIR!" I PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT AND I YELLED TO THE CABBY, "YO HOMES, SMELL YA LATER!" I LOOKED AT MY KINGDOM, I WAS FINALLY THERE, TO SIT ON MY THRONE AS THE PRINCE OF BEL-AIR.