He answers that question with a pointed question of his own for Richie: Corrado Galasso.
How long have you been working for him?
You want me to rat on Corrado Galasso?
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Why dont you just put a bullet in my head now?
(To be fair, Richie does have other things on his mind right now.)
Overprotective dads, theyre crazy like that!)
His records arent really selling at Columbia, so there might be an opportunity to poach him.
Is that what Richie wants, though, an approachable Dylan throw in artist?
So…no to the Boss?
No one wants to make girls A&R reps because A&R reps give direction and criticism.
Which is almost impossible to do with a ck in your mouth.
And finding out Ceces got a Hanni-bun in the oven definitely doesnt put her in a better mood.
But Ingrid is cant be fazed: Stop it.
Youre living your divorce fantasy.
You will not break their hearts like you did mine.
And Richie, not surprisingly, is focused on the rake now that hes connected the dots.
But then he softens: I want you home.
I want our children home.
It doesnt work, at least not yet.
And she wont let him take the kids to dinner without bad babysitter Ingrid as an escort.
Satisfied smiles all around.
Is dropping 800 drunky dollars at blackjack premium?
No it is not, but $50K-plus is.
I lost my mind.
I didnt know what to do…
I couldnt stand the idea of you thinking I was some kind of fing animal.
I just tried to hold onto it.
I didnt want it to touch you.
But it didnt work.
Shes speechless, and he turns and walks away without another word.
