It's good to be back. That's enough of that. Alcohol. I was just checking to see if the...

Mike Enslin: It's good to be back. That's enough of that. Alcohol. [walks over to the mini-fridge and opens it, only to discover Gerald Olin talking to him] Gerald Olin: I was just checking to see if the accommodations are exceeding your expectations. Mike Enslin: YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL THEY ARE! What do you want from me? Gerald Olin: No, no, no. What do you want? What do you want, Mr. Enslin? You sought this room. Mike Enslin: It was a job, I was just doing the job. Gerald Olin: I beg your pardon? Mike Enslin: My job, I'm a writer. Gerald Olin: Oh, that's right, you don't believe in anything. You like shattering people's hopes. Mike Enslin: Oh, that's bullshit! Gerald Olin: Why do you think people believe in ghosts? For fun? No, it's the prospect of something after death. How many spirits have you broken? Mike Enslin: What do you want from me? Huh? What do you want from me? You... [starts violently ripping the fridge apart] Mike Enslin: You little... [kicks the fridge repeatedly] Mike Enslin: WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT? [slams the mini-fridge shut] Mike Enslin: I want... my DRINK!