“Okay, everyone places.”
“Lois, they’re not looking rough enough, put a little makeup on them.”
“Sean, stop jumping off the beam. I know it’s just a couple of feet, we’ll be putting in the city shots later.”
“Okay guys, line up and look like your eating lunch.
“What do you mean ‘what’s my motivation’? You’re motivation is eating lunch.”
“No, you’re not getting danger pay for stunt shots. There are no stunts. You’re only three feet from the ground.”
“Where’s the caterer? Darcy wants horseradish for his roast beef.”
“No, Craig, there’s no Grey Poupon. You’ll have to live with regular yellow mustard.”
“Jordan, if you guys all cooperate you’ll have plenty of time to make it to your JLo video rehearsal.”
“Yes, Brock, I’m aware that we ruined your manicure. I promise, everyone can have manicures after these shots.”
“And loofah’s too.”
“Okay, look rough and mean. Pretend you had a fight with your wife.”
“Sure, Vincent. You can pretend you had a fight with your husband. Just don’t look like it.”
“I know Tigh is blowing smoke in your face, Mackenzie. You’ll just have to put up with it for the shots. We’ll get you a cancer screening test right after.”
“Jaimie, what’s in that cigarette! You can’t smoke that here! Lois! We need a tobacco cigarette!”
“Hold it, Carrigan is holding up a newspaper with one of his own ads in it. We can’t have a construction worker holding up a photo where he’s modeling underwear! Someone get another newspaper!”
“Dean, stop asking me what your motivation is! You’re a construction worker eating lunch on a skyscraper! What more do you need?”
“Fine, Dean, you’re a suicidal construction worker with vertigo eating lunch on a skyscraper. Whatever works for you.”
“Everybody stop smiling! I know you all spent a fortune for caps, but this isn’t the time to show them!”
“Okay, great shots. You can all go now.”
“I should have listened to my mother and become a brain surgeon. It would have been less stressful.”
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