[To Lester sitting looking forlorn and far away before his desk]
I'm sure you can understand our need to cut corners around here.
Oh, sure. Times are tight, and you gotta free up cash. Gotta spend money to make money. Right?
Exactly. So... [Stands up, ready to usher Lester out]
Like the time when Mr. Flournoy used the company MasterCard to pay for that hooker, and then she used the card numbers and stayed at the St. Regis for, what was it, like, three months?
[Sits back down]
That's unsubstantiated gossip!
That's fifty thousand dollars! That's somebody's salary. That's somebody who's gonna get fired because Craig HAS TO PAY WOMEN TO **** HIM!
Jesus, calm down! Nobody's getting fired yet. That's why we're having everyone write out a job description, mapping out in detail how they contribute. That way, management can assess who's valuable and--
Who's expendable.
It's just business.
I've been writing for this magazine for fourteen years, Brad. You've been here how long, a whole month?
I'm one of the good guys, Les. I'm trying to level with you. This is your one chance to save your job.
