Eminem: Heyyy! Steve: Hey, Em, what's up? Eminem: Steve Berman. What's goin' on, man, how you doin? Good to see you again. What's up? Steve: Em, could you come here and have a seat, please? Eminem: Umm, yeah, what's... Steve: Vannessa, shut the door. Secretary: Okay. Eminem: So what's up? How's orders looking for the first week? Steve: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all. Eminem: Wh- Steve: This album is less than nothing. I can't sell this fucking record. Eminem: Wha Steve: Do you know what's happening to me out there? Eminem: Wh-wha-what's the problem? Steve: Violent Ground told me to go fuck myself! Eminem: Who's Violent? Steve: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass! Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass? Eminem: But, I- Steve: I'm gonna lose my fuckin' job over this. You know why Dre's record was so successful? He's rappin' about big-screen tv's, blunts, 40's and bitches. You're rappin' about homosexuals and Vicadin. Eminem: I mean Steve: I can't sell this shit! Eminem: What Steve: Either change the record or it's not coming out! Eminem: What, I Steve: Now get the fuck out of my office! Eminem: What am I supposed Steve: NOW! Eminem: Alright man, whatever.