Rumpelstiltskin: “Tiĉany, Tiĉany, those was jokes.
Those was jokes. You KNOW those was jokes.”
Tiffany: “Yeah, maybe. Except, you never did let me
come on tour with you. If it was a joke, you would
have booked me, if it was a joke.”
Rumpelstiltskin: “Don’t be holding on to old shit. Let
that shit go now. Just let that shit go. Let it go. ͳat’s
the past. That’s the past. We living in the now.”
Tiffany: “Yeah, I don’t know about that,
Rumpelstiltskin, sound like somebody about to make a
whole lotta money, and it ain’t gonna be me. I don’t
know.”
Rumpelstiltskin: “Girl, you must be about to start your
period. I’m gonna call you back.”
Two days later, he called back.
Rumpelstiltskin: “We put the oĉer in to your people,
Tiĉany. Now you just gotta tell them you want to do
it.”
Tiffany: “Yeah, okay. But it sound like to me,
somebody is trying to eat oĉ of my plate. I don’t know
if a thousand dollars a minute gonna get it anymore. I
really don’t know if that’s gonna get it. You know?”