This is a secure area.
I'm very happy for you. Most people live in terrible neighborhoods.
Are you the head honcho? That's right, sir. Headly Dan Duke.
And what seems to be your problem?
I agreed to take a shit load of that Bluebird crap off your hands.
And it ain't come yet. I'm very sorry, sir. And you are?
I are pissed!
Some damn fool told me it was on back order, and I'd have to wait.
Whose signature is this? Who signed that? I can't...
That's the trouble! It's typical of a large corporation.
Lack of communication. That's why I like to keep Everest small.
Oh, you're from Everest! Now you're talkin'!
Elmer Gantry. Elmer Fudd Gantry. I'm not sure there's anything I can do.
You could pull my file instead of standing there pulling your pud!
Whatever you say, sir.
Bring me the Everest file.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Gantry?
I apologize for my bellicosity. I've had a hernia operation.
Is that the stuff I'm supposed to get?
Yes, sir. Why are they wearing those funny suits?
They're protective, as you know. That's a very corrosive by-product they're handling.
Oh, yeah. I guess if they didn't wear those suits,
those boys would be so full of holes, they'd whistle when they walked.
I've been spitting up blood, pissing blood, bleeding.
I go through five of these suits a day.
It appears you have your facts wrong, Mr. Gantry.
Your company is supposed to get 1500 gallons.
Destination someplace called Belle Isle in Louisiana.
Signed for by an officer of your company and due the 23rd.
So... we're right, and you're wrong.
Let me see that.
Takes a big man to admit when he's wrong. I am not a big man.