Cameron: Hey. Just checking in. Hi. Ooh, celebrating solving your problem?
Simon Hastings: After 10 years of paralyzing writer's block, I at last felt that I was drinking directly from the teat of the muse. But she was no muse. She was a succubus.
Phil: Such a gift for language.
Simon Hastings: At the next stop, I'm going to burn this book.
Haley: That is bad-ass.
Phil: No! What?
Simon Hastings: Yes. It will be the last act of my career. Well, not counting the panel discussion in Portland.
It would be rude to cancel. There's a wine-and-cheese reception.