Riiight, you haven't been here the last six hours, have you pumpkin? Let's start over.
[He slaps his hands on his knees and sits up, which means the artist is nervously creeping back from the half finished sculpture. He stops moving the second Jack's eyes dart toward him.]
I've gone through five of these assholes and two doubles already. Body doubles dont grow on trees, Nisha. I mean, they could, but a body double's no good if it isn't perfect. Perfection doesn't happen overnight!
[He leans over to pinch between his eyes. Suddenly, his other hand comes up, and he's gesturing with a hand-pistol that seems to have come out of nowhere.]
What's wrong with my fucking nose? Too big, too small, is it crooked, what what what?
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[He slaps his hands on his knees and sits up, which means the artist is nervously creeping back from the half finished sculpture. He stops moving the second Jack's eyes dart toward him.]
I've gone through five of these assholes and two doubles already. Body doubles dont grow on trees, Nisha. I mean, they could, but a body double's no good if it isn't perfect. Perfection doesn't happen overnight!
[He leans over to pinch between his eyes. Suddenly, his other hand comes up, and he's gesturing with a hand-pistol that seems to have come out of nowhere.]
What's wrong with my fucking nose? Too big, too small, is it crooked, what what what?