Dick Jones:
[in the executive bathroom]
Congratulations, Bob.
Bob Morton:
Thanks.
Dick Jones:
I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names - Iron Butt, Boner... once I even called him... Asshole - but there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn, and you just stepped over it, buddy-boy. You've insulted me and you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours. I had a guaranteed military sale with ED 209 - renovation program, spare parts for twenty-five years... Who cares if it worked or not?
Bob Morton:
The old man thought it was pretty important... Dick.
Dick Jones:
You know, he's a sweet old man, and he means well, but he's not gonna live forever and I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob? You just, uh...
Dick Jones:
[grabbing Morton's hair]
... fucked with the wrong guy.
Bob Morton:
[removes Jones' hand from his hair]
You're out of your fuckin' mind!
Dick Jones:
You'd better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.
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