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Mike McClintock: Here we are ma'am. The press conference will start in fifteen minutes.
Selena:...
Selena: Mike, I thought the press conference was going to be at the Four Seasons.
Mike: This is the Four Seasons ma'am.
Selena: Mike. This is a parking lot.
Mike: Yes ma'am
Selena:...
Selena: Mike, I thought the press conference was going to be at the Four Seasons.
Mike: This is the Four Seasons ma'am.
Selena: Mike. This is a parking lot.
Mike: Yes ma'am
Selena: This isn't the Four Seasons parking lot. I can tell, because there's no valet.
Mike: Yes ma'am. It's the Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
Selena: ...
Selena: The what now?
Mike: The Four Seasons ballroom was booked. This was the next best thing.
Mike: Yes ma'am. It's the Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
Selena: ...
Selena: The what now?
Mike: The Four Seasons ballroom was booked. This was the next best thing.
Selena: This is not the 'next best thing,' Mike. This is not even in the next top fucking thousand best things, even.
Mike: Well, ma'am, you tweeted we would be at the Four Seasons, and--
Selena: I know what I tweeted! Shit. What's that across the street.
Mike: Well, ma'am, you tweeted we would be at the Four Seasons, and--
Selena: I know what I tweeted! Shit. What's that across the street.
Mike: Ah. An adult bookstore, ma'am.
Selena: ...
Selena: I'm getting back in the limo.
*Reporters approach, cameras flashing*
Selena, forcing smile: I'm going to buy a sack of concrete and use it to drown you in the Delaware River, Mike.
Mike: Yes ma'am.
Selena: *sniffs*
Selena: ...
Selena: I'm getting back in the limo.
*Reporters approach, cameras flashing*
Selena, forcing smile: I'm going to buy a sack of concrete and use it to drown you in the Delaware River, Mike.
Mike: Yes ma'am.
Selena: *sniffs*
Selena: What's that smell? It smells like...burnt, greasy barbecue. Like that campaign stop in North Carolina.
Mike: Ah. Nothing, ma'am. Just the air in Philedelphia.
Selena: *glares across the street*
Selena: Mike. Is that a goddamned crematorium.
Mike: Ah. Nothing, ma'am. Just the air in Philedelphia.
Selena: *glares across the street*
Selena: Mike. Is that a goddamned crematorium.
