Hello? It's dead out here and I'm hating you about now. What kind of agent are you? You'll...

[first lines] Tommy: Hello? Kimberly: It's dead out here and I'm hating you about now. What kind of agent are you? Tommy: You'll find the road, Kimberly. Look, it's 4 a.m. in LA. Can I go back to sleep? Kimberly: I was up all night on the red-eye, and it wasn't first class like you promised. Tommy: Give me credit for the car. Nice ride, huh? Kimberly: Yeah, whatever. By the way, these directions suck! This project sucks. Tommy: Hey, it's a great opportunity. Kimberly: It's a reality show pilot. Tommy: Hey, you sang your way to the top seven the last time you were on TV. Now you're the star. You're Kimberly fucking Caldwell! You're the only celebrity they've got! Kimberly: If I'm such a celebrity, Tommy, get me a movie. Tommy: Look, Kimster, your Q Score's gonna go way up and you're gonna have a chance to win 90 grand! Kimberly: I thought it was 100. Tommy: Well, I get 10 percent, remember? Kimberly: Wait, there's a turnoff. [stops at a fork in the road] Tommy: Look, I got power yoga in like 2 hours. Did you find it yet? Kimberly: I don't know. There's some old paper mill here but there's nothing about it on the map. Tommy: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's gotta be it! Look, Kimbo, you can't afford to make a wrong turn here. You really don't have the time.