"I share plenty, like my house. Unlike you I'm smart enough to not share my brain with five other actresses on a television show." He took a jab at the teen drama job she'd gotten thanks to him, rolling his eyes at the thought of her playing a teenager. It should be such a stretch for her seeing as she had the perfect mentality for it.
"Try it and I'll break your hand. I'm not in the mood Clarice. If you're going to sit here and the wicked bitch of the mooches then you can just stop now or leave and go to a hotel before I kick you out." He turned to look at her, the expression on his face one of complete seriousness. "Just go get your own fucking drink." There might have been a bit of pleading in his voice, but not enough to be noticed by anyone.