Pardon me for interrupting.
Mr. Allan, you remember Fletcher Reede ? Oh, yes ! Nice to
see you again, Fletcher. l’ll be observing you
in court this afternoon. l’ve been hearing
some good things about you. Well, Fletcher has iust been telling me
how much he thinks of you. Why don’t you tell Mr. Allan ?
Well, what do you think of him ? He’s a pedantic, pontificating,
pretentious bastard. A belligerent old fart.
A worthless, steaming pile of cow dung. [ Sighs ]
Figuratively speaking. [ Laughs ] [ All Laughing ] That’s the funniest damn thing
l’ve ever heard ! You’re a real card, Reede ! l love a good roast ! Do Simmons ! – Simmons is old !
– [ Everyone Laughs ] He should have been out years
ago, but he can’t stay home
’cause he hates his wife ! You’ve met her
at the Christmas parties. She’s the one that gets plastered
and calls him a retard. And you, Tom. You’re the biggest
brownnose l’ve ever seen ! You’ve got your head so far up
Mr. Allan’s ass, l can’t tell
where you end and he begins ! Priceless ! You have bad breath
caused by gingivitis. You couldn’t get a porn star
off. Your hairpiece looks like
something that was killed. l don’t know whether to comb it
or scrape it off and bury it in lime ! Loser ! Idiot !
Wimp ! Degenerate ! Slut ! l like your style, Reede !
That’s what this stuffy company needs ! – A little irreverence !
– Good ! l’ll see you later, dick-head ! Dick-head !
Priceless ! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo ! [ Laughing Continues ] [ Moans ]
Keep your eye on that boy. Dick-head ! [ Laughing Loudly ] [ Thud ]