Frank Medlin:
[Asking the City Editor for a raise]
I'm a married man with responsibilities, and all I'm asking you for is enough money to live like a human being.
City Editor:
You can't come around here complaining about "hard times" when you smell like a saloon most of the time!
Frank Medlin:
Ha! You're a fine one to preach! Why, you've had your nose in a whiskey bottle so long it looks like an old cork!
City Editor:
I've had enough out of you, Medlin. You're fired!
Frank Medlin:
[Slightly taken aback]
Fired?... That's fine. I'll go get myself a decent job, now. Merry Christmas!
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