- Hi, Mr. Reede ! - Whoa !
Hey. Did you do something to your hair ?
lt's a bit extreme, isn't it ?
No ! That's the thing nowadays, right ?
- He said it would accent my facial features. - That's what it does !
lt completely accents your facial features.
We're iust gonna go to my office-- [ Choking ]
- Hey, Fletcher. - Hey, Pete.
- You losin' a little weight ? - l don't know. Maybe.
Looks and personality. A double-threat guy.
- Hey, Mr. Reede. - Hey... man.
- It's, uh, Randy. - Yeah, l know.
Takin' lunch orders. Anything ?
No, thanks.
l had so much for breakfast, l'm ready to pop.
- l mean, l'm full. - Okay. Great.
- Max ! - Hi, Greta.
- Hey, what's new ? - It's my birthday tomorrow, and we're having a party.
Wow ! l am sure your daddy has got you something wonderful.
- Yeah ? - Yeah, you bet ! Listen, kiddo.
Why don't you play in my office for a minute. Sue somebody for everything they've got.
Maybe you can send a fax to one of your girlfriends. Hey, sorry.
Damn it ! l completely forgot.
Oh, what a surprise.
You are a saint. l should buy you a gift.
- You did. - l always do the classy thing. Any calls ?
- The Drawlings' clerk needs your filing. - Tell him it's in the mail.
Right. You'll do it next week. Mr. McKinley phoned to confirm your meeting tomorrow.
Strep throat. Some kind of virus. What's goin' around ?
- Asian flu ? - Good one.
- And your mother called. - l'm on vacation.
- It's your fifth week. - Snowed in. Phones are down.
Break mother's heart. Done. That's it.
- Except Miranda's looking for you. - [ Groans ]
How much ass do l have to kiss to make partner ?
- Tell her l broke my leg and l had to be shot. - Tell her yourself.