Dr. Kozak, is it true your company is workin' on a drug that will extend human life like a hundred years?
I am not at liberty to discuss that matter.
Of course you're not. But if that were true, that would be a pretty big deal, right?
Ah, were true, which it is not, probably.
And whoever was in charge of developing such a thing... Whoo! Not only would they be insanely wealthy, they would be immortalized in history, right?
Yes, I suppose it would.
Wow. What a thrill it must be to work under Dr. Strictland.
Dr. Strictland, the creative force at your company, right?
Well, it takes many different people to contribute to the higher... [babbles]
Yes, yes, yes, yes. What an honor it must be to work in Dr. Strictland's shadow.
No, no, I don't work in anyone's shadow. I wouldn’t. I couldn't live with myself.
There's nothin' wrong being in second place. Second fiddle, second banana, second up?
I am the chief scientist! I! Me! Mine! [starts growling]
Ho! Come on. Gettin' kinda agitated. What's up, dog? Pick up a little virus down there in the lab, did ya?
Must be something going around. [Dave and Kozak begin to growling at each other]
[bangs]
No more growlin'. Mr. Douglas have he enough.
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Did not!
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Thank you.
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Thank you, Ma'am.
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Enough!!
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