Phone ringing in the background [Secretary]. Mr. Berman? [Steve Berman]. What?! [Secretary]. We have Eminem here to see you. [Steve Berman](Eminem) About fuckin' time! Send him in. (Steve! Good to see ya man) Look who decided to show his face!. I hope you've had fun in the last 4 years.. (Look man I apologize again for). For shooting me?!. Do you know I lost the use of my right arm?. (Again it was a mistake). (A terrible mist- are you wearing a bulletproof vest?). And then you go and you do what?. Hide out?. Stay in Detroit from us 5 years. While the music industry melts the fuck down?. Do you know how many people lost their jobs. because of your fuckin vacation?. (Well that's actually why I'm here. I was gonna put out some new music. and I wanted to play it for you and get your opinion). Do I really need to hear it?. Let me guess another album about poor me. I'm so famous that it's ruined my rich little life. And I'm such a tortured artist.. Let me make music about it and my tragic love life. Am I on to something here?. (Come on man it's not like that yo-). You know what? Just hand the fuckin thing over. I'm done talkin to you.. Think you can just come and go as you please.. Big selfish superstar. (Steve I had a drug problem). Oh poor me I had a drug problem.. Who hasn't had a drug problem in this town?. You know what?. *cocks gun* (Hey! hey!). Just lay the shit down on my desk and get the fuck out. (Woah woah woah. Jesus Christ man! ). (Alright alright here fine) What's this shit?. Two CD's?. (That's what I've been tryin to tell you man there's 2 albums). Just get out! (Alright!). Get the fuck out (Alright man see you later)