Message from Harry
Number one, why aren’t you in when I fucking told you to be in?
Number two, why doesn’t this hotel have phones with fucking voicemail and not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?
Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again or there’ll be fucking Hell to pay, I’m fucking telling you, Harry.
Ray: Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn’t he?