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(Wednesday afternoon, INT: sordid den of iniquity.)

AR: Alright, four hundred milliliters, at our... as you put it... going market rate of eleven dollars per milliliter, double that... eight thousand eight hundred dollars.
JH: Ah... yes. Yes, that... that math checks out.
JH: A little more than I have on my person in cash. I don't suppose you take Amex?
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AR: Do I take Amex. You are asking me if I accept American Express for purchases of PCP.
JH: Uh... yes.
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AR: Mister Bishop, I may not be the sort of businessman you are accustomed to negotiating with, but I assure you, I am a businessman. I am serious. I expect the clients with whom I interact to be serious.
AR: I negotiate deals much larger than this on a regular basis. My time is worth money. I may exist outside of the traditional economy as you know it, but I. Am. A. Professional.
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AR: Of course I fuckin' take Amex.
AR: Marco! Get that thingie that clips into the phone!
JH: Oh. Oh, good.