Straight Outta Compton2015

Jerry Heller:
[Ice Cube enters a dimly lit room] Good to see you, Cube

Ice Cube:
I can barely see you, Jerry. What's with all the Godfather sh*t?

Jerry Heller:
[chuckles] Okay. I know that you've been very eager to sign a contract with Eric's company, Ruthless Records [hands Cube the contract]

Ice Cube:
Eric's company... ain't it your company, too?

Jerry Heller:
That's incorrect. It's not my company. I work for you.

Ice Cube:
You work for me?

Jerry Heller:
Uh-huh. I've made that clear from the beginning

Ice Cube:
All right, cool. So I can take this to a lawyer or something, right?

Jerry Heller:
Cube, those guys are paid to make trouble. They're gonna create problems, where no problems exist.

Ice Cube:
Jerry you know I don't know what none of this legal sh*t means! All right, none of us do. So we gonna need a lawyer before we sign anything.

Jerry Heller:
Everybody else has already signed. I thought you knew this. You're the only one who hasn't. [Cube shuffles through the contract, somewhat stunned] There's also this... [presents Cube with a check] $75,000. [retreats the check as Cube reaches for it] Sign the contract, and all this money is yours.

Ice Cube:
That's my money anyway, Jerry! I earned that money! Now I wrote a lot of hit songs. We've been on this tour for months, selling out shows, selling records. I know it's plenty of money!

Jerry Heller:
Really? [chuckles] Jesus Christ.

Ice Cube:
Gimme my money, Jerry.

Jerry Heller:
How the hell do you think this works? How the hell do you think all of this gets paid for? The hotel rooms, the tour buses, security, the parties, all this sh*t. How do you think it gets paid for, you think it's free?

Ice Cube:
Why are you doing this now? If we were so good, why didn't you give us contracts in the beginning?

Jerry Heller:
Because nothing is a sure thing, Cube. Even a great talent can crash and burn. Too much ego, too much excess, too many expectations. It tends to ruin things. You oughta keep that in mind. [Jerry and Cube tensely glare at each other]

Ice Cube:
This Eric's company, right? Bye Jerry [tosses contract on the table] I'm out.