King: *after breakdown/depressive episode/like that*
King: g..god no....
George: what's wrong my king?
King: my careers over...
George: what happened
King: cuts... Everywhere... W..what am i gonna do...
George: it'll be okay. You bring the company in money they won't get rid of you. If they need to call they have to do is photoshop it out
King: *looks at him*
George: anyway charlie would be happy to take photographs of you if they do let you go. Some one else with hire you
King: you really think...
George: mhm
