It's not right.
Budget huts and zany wings.
I mean, this
maleficent reprobate
is diluting the Lucifer brand.
Finally I get my father's
beef with graven images.
Sounds like this guy's
really gotten under your skin.
Typical in a town
full of charlatans.
This is a place built
on lies where nothing
is authentic or genuine.
You don't even have to
be famous to get a star
on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
You can just buy one.
Are we still talking
about the imposter?
Yes.
I'm going to tear
him limb from limb.
Is it possible you might
be overreacting a bit?
No.
How would you feel if
some off the rack imposter
was dragging your name through
the trenches of Encino?
Someone stole my
identity a few years back.
And after a few long calls
to the IRS and the bank,
everything was fine.
No big deal.
No big deal.
That's because you're you.
I'm me, and this is a travesty.
