Get the talent.

"Well, John," he says to you. "I need you to go get me the talent."

"But Sir," you tell him, "I just DID that!"

"No, you didn't!" he corrects you right back. "What you did was you went & talked to the talent!"

"I'm sorry, Sir," you tell him, "but I don't see the difference!"

"It's easy!" he tells you, sounding exasperated. "What you & I are doing right now?! That's talking. If you were to get someone, that means they're coming."

"But Sir," you continue on, making sure not to sound disrespectful, "I told you! She IS coming."

"No, John!" he corrects yet again. "You've got her coming to the set! What I need is for her to already be cumming... When she gets here!"

"I'm not sure I see the difference, Sir," you tell him honestly.

"This is part of a new genre we're trying," he begins to explain. "We're calling it 'war porn'. In THIS one, for instance, the star you talked to is playing a woman who pledged herself to her man before he was deployed overseas. In the scene we're preparing to shoot, he is making a surprise visit home. Coincidentally, she has been staying faithful by taking care of her own needs... Herself. She is in the middle of such a session when he arrives at her door."

"Oh, I get it!" you tell him, though you are (at least partially) lying.

"Great!!" he says. "Now that you get IT, go & get HER!"