(Anthony is playing Solitaire) IAN (off screen) GODDAMN IT, EDITOR! (Anthony quickly minimizes the Solitaire window) (Ian walks in Anthony's cubicle) GODDAMN IT, EDITOR! REMIND ME WHY YOU WORK HERE! You hired me to edit the photos for the magazine. YOUR JOB IS TO MAKE THE SKANKS LOOK HOT, RIGHT?! Right? (Ian shows a picture of a hot girl) HOT GIRLS HAVE HUGE GODDAMN JUGS! NOW MAKE THESE GIGANTIC, LIKE THE SIZE OF SHAQUILLE O'NEAL'S GODDAMN HEAD! (Ian leaves, and Anthony looks back at the monitor, only for Ian to briefly peer back)