Jimmy:
Well, looky here. How's everything, Mr. chairman, Mr. CEO?
Matthew:
Not so good.
Jimmy:
The job is a lot tougher than you though, huh?
Matthew:
Yeah, yeah. It is.
Jimmy:
Well, let me show you something. I made $200.00 online in your name.
Matthew:
Oh, that's funny, because I was just online trading in your name.
Jimmy:
Well, see you can't do that. You don't have access. You don't know my secret password.
Matthew:
You mean Marianne?
Jimmy:
How did you know that?
Matthew:
Well, it's Dave's mom's name, so I figured...
Jimmy:
Wait, wait, wait a minute, hold on. Matthew, son?
Matthew:
[
crying] Yes, sir?
Jimmy:
How much did you lose?
Matthew:
All of it.
Jimmy:
How much?
Matthew:
$7 Billion dollars. You're welcome to borrow the $200.00 if you like.
[
Max is eating a sandwich]
Dave Nelson:
Max. That's my lunch.
Max Lewis:
Really? I don't see your name on it.
[
Dave holds up the lunch bag, and it is clearly labeled "DAVE"]
Max Lewis:
Well, I don't see your name on the actual sandwich.
Matthew:
This is just like that movie, Freaky Friday. Only you're the mom...
Jimmy:
...and you're Jodie Foster.
Matthew:
Finally.
Joe Garrelli:
[
Matthew is holding a spear gun] Dude, what are you doing?
Matthew:
What? What?
Joe Garrelli:
That's a loaded spear gun!
Matthew:
I know. I'm not a complete idiot.
[
Spear gun goes off, hits photo on wall]
Matthew:
Oh my God! Maybe I am a complete idiot.
Matthew:
Mr. James' job is not as easy as I thought. I'm having a little computer trouble.
Joe Garrelli:
What kind of trouble?
Matthew:
Can't turn it on.
Max Lewis:
Do we have a deal?
Beth:
Yes, we have a deal.
Max Lewis:
I prefer to seal deals like this with a kiss.
Beth:
I choose prison.
Dave Nelson:
Sure, we've all wanted to kill Matthew, but what good would that do?
Jimmy:
It would make him dead.
Dave Nelson:
Joe, we don't need a science reporter.
Joe Garrelli:
Dude, I'm offering my services for free.
Dave Nelson:
Yeah, but just so that you can beam your messages to space.
Joe Garrelli:
Lucky guess.
Jimmy:
I'm doing some online trading in Matthew's name. I hacked into his account. It's just a little one, his grandmother started it. Guess what his password is?
Lisa Miller:
Matthew?
Jimmy:
No.
Lisa Miller:
Brock?
Jimmy:
No.
Lisa Miller:
Cat?
Jimmy:
Welcome to the club, fellow hacker.
Dave Nelson:
Max, the break room is not your personal hunting ground.
Max Lewis:
I know. I prefer to think of it as a game preserve, where everyone is free to take their best shot.
Matthew:
Bring me a virgin banana daiquiri, easy on the virgin.
Related Links
*