They’re all a bunch of idiots.

Two men are in a room with white paneled walls; one man with long hair sits and looks up at the other man, who is standing and leaning over him, as the standing man speaks and the seated man listens intently. The scene cuts to a different man in a leather jacket standing in a dimly lit room with wooden walls, looking down and to the side with a serious expression. The scene returns to the two men in the white-walled room, where the standing man continues to speak and the seated man maintains his upward gaze.