Most scenes together: George Newman & Bob (6), George Newman & Stanley Spadowski (3), George Newman & R.J. Fletcher (3)
Pamela Finklestein Yeah, so, can I help you?
Hi, I'm George Newman. I'm the new station manager.
Pamela Finklestein Ooooh! You know, when I first took this job, they told me that this position was only temporary, and that eventually, when the time was right, I would be moved up to news, which is really my forte. You know how long I've been working here? Two years! It's kind of hard to get promoted when every other week you have a new boss! This job really sucks! [sighs]
Happy Fathers Day, Daaaad.
What is this piece of crap?! I thought I told you I wanted a Rolex! A Rolex! [a knock on R.J.'s office door] What?!
Sir?
What do you want?
I just thought I ought to tell you sir, that there's been a lot of talk on the street about this Channel 62. They're... they're starting to get a pretty strong following.
Excuse me? Did you say Channel 62?
Uh huh...
Do I have to remind you, that we are a network affiliate? And we are in competition with other networks, not with a bunch of punks, broadcasting out of a closet!
But, s..s..s..
Do you enjoy wasting my time? Get out of my office! [employee starts to leave] And take that ridiculous thing off!
[The station employee stops, waits a minute, then takes off...his mustache and leaves!]
Do you see anything missing from this desk?
Hey, what's going on here?
Harvey Bilchik Heh heh heh!
Now wait just a minute! What do you think you're doing?
We did it! The station's ours!
You can't do this! We had an agreement, remember?! An oral contract! I'll sue!
Harvey Bilchik Aw, blow it out your ear, scuzzbag!
This is an embarrassment! A disgrace! What do you think R.J. Fletcher Senior would be saying if he were alive today?
"Help me out of this box, I can't breathe in here. Help, let me out."
You are a worthless human being, Mr., um...
Spadowski, sir. Stanley Spadowski.
Stanley, YOU'RE FIRED!!
But I-I-I didn't --
GET OUT!!
George, you know I was wondering, like if you were traveling through outer space, I mean like you're going real fast, like the speed of light, you know... hoooohhhhh... and all of a sudden you started screaming... aaaahhhhh aaaaahhhhh... Do you think your brain would blow up?
Guys, I'm trying to work... Do you mind?
I don't mind. Go right ahead. Do you mind, George?
George? What's wrong, George?
Stanley, you don't want to know.
Why'd I ask? [Back to George] Is there anything I can do to help?
Not unless you've got seventy-five thousand dollars on you.
George, did you get fired again?
YES!!! YES, It's TRUE, IT'S ALL TRUE!! I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH MEEEEEEE!!!!!! [instantly changes his mood] So, what's for dinner? [takes a look at what's for dinner] Mashed potatoes?! My favorite! Teri, you shouldn't have!
George, when are you going to learn to take things a little more seriously? I mean, you've been wandering aimlessly from job to job ever since I've known you. If you could just get that overactive imagination of yours to work for you instead of against you, maybe you could... [turns around and discovers that George has molded his mashed potatoes into a mountain; she sighs] What are you doing?
This means something. This is important.
Teri! I'm sorry! Come on give me one more chance please! Come on Teri! Teri! Oh Oh I'm in hell! I'M IN HELL!! TERI TERI PICK UP THE PHONE!! PICK UP THE PHONE!! PICK UP THE PHONE!!! OH OH TERI!!!!!! PLE-HE-HE-HE-HEASE!
Badgers? Badgers? We don't need no stinking badgers!
For those of you just joining us, today we're teaching poodles how to fly.
