"Damn straight I can do better! This is like the bottom of the barrel. Or a couple inches above the barrel. If I have to get down to this level, I'll just jump out the window or something. And if there's orange, it won't be in loincloths, okay. There won't be any loinclothes at all." In this, Chris was absolutely confident.
Overconfidence, though, wasn't in his dictionary, and he scowled at her when she accused him of it - or suggest he not become it.
"I'm not overconfident, I'm fucking good, all right? Other people just need to realize that." He glanced at the stacks of movies from successful (or not) directors, from the people who'd had vision and brought it to life. He'd have his own collection someday. With his name on them. Then he'd be living like he should.