Rumpelstiltskin: “Well shit, if you do forty minutes,
that’s forty thousand dollars.”Tiffany: “I know, right? And if you sold out an arena,
and you selling tickets for $50 to $150 a ticket, shit,
that’s going to be more than that. ͳat’s going to be a
lot more. Well into the six figures. I mean, I’m going to
need to make some money, too.”Rumpelstiltskin: “Who are you right now?”Tiffany: “I’m Tiĉany-Motherfucking-Haddish, who I
always been! Rumpelstiltskin, I like you, I really do,
but you not going to take advantage of me,
Rumpelstiltskin. That’s not going to happen.”Rumpelstiltskin: “Ah baby, you hilarious. You
hilarious.”Tiffany: “Nah, but for real, go talk to my team, and I
will discuss it with them, and they will get back to you
later.”I just hung up the phone.
Oh BOY, that call felt good!!
I was so close to saying this to him: “Yeah, I’ll do it, if you
open up that booty hole. You gotta open up that booty hole
for me, though.”
I didn’t say that, though. I sure wanted to, but I didn’t.