An Encounter on a Manhattan Street...
"Ashley! It's good to see you!"
"I'm not talking to you, Harvey."
"Oh, yeah... that. That was a long time ago, Ashley: I'm a different man now. I'm getting help."
"You'll never be a better man, Harvey. You will always be a man who preys on women."
"In my defense, some of those women got Oscars."
"That doesn't cut it, Harvey."
"Is that what this is about? That I didn't get you an Oscar?"
"You don't get it, Harvey. I had to watch you shower."
"I can explain that. When I was a young boy my mother would watch me in the shower. Every time I took a shower there she was, watching. My therapists say that messed me up."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Harvey, but I don't care. What you did to me was unacceptable."
"Trust me, I know that NOW."
"It doesn't matter, Harvey. It's too late."
"Surely there is something I can do..."
"No, Harvey: no there isn't."
"I know! How about I donate fifty thousand to Planned Parenthood in your name. I know you like Planned Parenthood, because of your abortion thing..."
"You can't buy me, Harvey."
"Okay, okay: a hundred thousand."
"A hundred thousand? How about a hundred-and-fifty?"
"A hundred-and-fifty thousand? For that much I'll need to touch your tits..."
I am Laslo.
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