Dooma shook his head. "Out of the question."
"We'll do it my way," Fry snarled, "or we won't do it at all."
Dooma stood up. "Well if that's the way you feel about—"
"Now wait a minute," I said. "Hold on. David, we've got a great thing here. Don't mess it up."
"I'm the director," Fry screamed. "Nobody is going to tell me my business."
"Is everybody in Hollywood like him?" Dooma asked me.
"Some of them are worse."
"I realize we made a grave mistake."
"I made the mistake of taking you into my home," Fry shouted. "I treated you like human beings. And this is the thanks I get."
"I won't hear another word." Dooma turned and marched out.