Tropic Thunder2008

Les Grossman:
The universe is talking to us right now. You just gotta listen.

[Grossman plays "Low" by Flo Rida in his music player, and he and Slolom begin dancing. Pecker is confused.]

Grossman:
See, this is the good part, Pecker. This is when the job gets fun.

Rob Slolom:
Mmm, yeah.

Grossman:
Ask, and you shall receive.

Slolom:
All right!

Grossman:
You play ball, we play ball. [Slolom nods. Grossman begins dancing like he's slapping ass.] I know you want the goodies. Mmm!

Slolom:
Welcome to the goodie room.

Grossman:
You payin' attention? 'Cuz I'm talkin' G5, Pecker. That's how you're gonna roll. No more frequent flyer b*tch miles for my boi. Oh yeah. Playa. Playa. Big dick playa.

Slolom:
Swingin' past your knees.

Grossman:
Big dick, baby.

Slolom:
Yup.

[Grossman stops the music.]

Grossman:
Or, you can grow a conscience in the next five minutes and see where that takes you.

[Pecker stands up and faces Grossman.]

Rick "Pecker" Peck:
Let me get this straight. You want me to let my client of fifteen years, one of my best friends, die in the jungle alone for some money and a G5.

Grossman:
Yes.

Pecker:
A G5 airplane.

Grossman:
Yes. And lots of money. Playa.... [Grossman starts the music again, and he and Slolom start dancing again.]

Slolom:
Yeah! Smack it up, flip up, rub it down, hoo!!