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 ]