Harriet:
Look, I'm not... I'm not coming into work, all right, because I need to stay here. I need to be here in case there's news. So, actually, anyone with a shred of understanding, or humanity, or simple feeling, who, frankly, wasn't suffering from some kind of Asperger's, would know that the last thing that I need is your bullying little phone call asking me to come into work so that you can update me on fish. You want to fill me in on fishing. Well, Dr. Jones, you can take your work and you can shove it up your unfeeling arse.
Dr. Alfred Jones:
I didn't come here to talk to you about work.
Harriet:
Then why are you here?
Dr. Alfred Jones:
I made you a sandwich.
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