“Trey, how many tickets you get a night?”
“I don’t think we need tickets, Bruce. We’re the band.”
“No, no: when you made your deal, how many tickets a night did you get?”
“None. You got tickets? How many?”
“Ten a night.”
“Why?”
“You see what they’re going for? Ten tickets a night for three nights is around a hundred grand.”
“It’s a little shady, isn’t it?”
“Shit, at least I’m actually selling the tickets, and not just advertising them on Craigslist and robbing the potential buyers.”
…
“Billy?”
“Well, duh.”
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