You want one? It's 8.15am. It's 18-year-old Scotch. You want a promotion? You got to earn it. Did I tell you that Harken tricked me into having a drink at 8 o'clock this morning? Unless your boss is sexually harassing you...
Let's see if this thing is working. Ooh! I can make out your little friend over there. Stop it! Oe! Shabbat shalom, somebody is circumcised. You know, yours doesn't sound that bad. We need to trim some of the fat. What do you mean by trim the fat? I want you to fire the fat people. You can start with large Margie. Margie, can you come in here? What!?
I thought he was giving you a promotion? Yeah, no, he is. I have decided who I want to be our new vice-president of sales. Me. What did he say? Nick, please, we're in the middle of a meeting. Sorry. That's ok, I'll just attribute this to your drinking problem.
You would have to admit, our lives would be easier if our bosses weren't alive. You can fire Professor Xavier. You mean Hank? Creeps me out. Roping around all day in his special little secret chair.
I don't care how bad our bosses are. We're not murderers. This little sweetheart right here... My fiance. Is gonna get a peek at my little photo album. You did all this while I was unconscious? That's my favorite.