Blonde Ambition Page #3

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- So fun.

- Sounds like a lot of fun.

- Okay. Harvard Alumni Association.

- Yeah. Good.

- Yeah. Oh, that's great.

- All right, great. What else? What else?

- Yes. Something more.

- Any other service work, employment.

- A summer job.

I worked exchange and return

at the Piggly Wiggly one summer.

- The Piggly Wiggly.

- Well, what do you know about that?

- Okay.

- That's wonderful.

- The Stock Exchange. Yeah.

- That's what I was thinking.

- This looks good.

- That's all we need.

I think we're done here.

Oh, I just...

I really wanna thank you, Debra.

Thank you, Freddy,

for everything that you are doing.

I just feel so blessed.

So do we.

- Freddy? You take this to Richard.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Wow. You get second place a lot.

- I'm aware of that.

Pap Paw says that second place

is better than no place.

Is that what he says? Good old Pap Paw.

What pearls of wisdom.

- Okay. Let's see. How you fitting, good?

- Yeah.

Confident? Okay.

- All right. You go get them, tiger.

- Okay.

- You look great. Get the job. Go get it.

- All right. I will.

Letter, Taylor. How're you doing?

- Mary. There you go.

- Thanks, Ben.

Philip. Enjoy.

Sorry about that.

I'm gonna call maintenance,

go get a new cart. Excuse me.

Hey.

What are you doing,

following me or something?

No! No, not at all.

I prefer the term "stalking."

Gosh. You really look great.

The heels must be

murder on the bike though, right?

Actually, I have an interview

with Richard Connelly today.

No kidding.

Iron Dick.

Say, you mind if I just...

Can I give you a little advice?

In the meeting with Iron Dick

just try and relax.

Who says I'm nervous?

I'm just saying...

When you go in there, just take it easy.

Dick's a real pussycat, you know.

He's gonna love you.

I don't like you.

Peppiness, in general, irritates me

and yours is impossible.

I don't like your choice of perfume

or the degree to which it's applied.

You must dive into a pool of it.

And that horsy grin insults us both.

What's wrong with your teeth?

They're too white.

They're like an artist's rendering of teeth.

Still, there are elements of your resume

I find mildly interesting, Miss Gregenstench.

Gregerstitch, sir.

It says here you worked the Exchange.

Just for the summer.

Do you want to tell me about it or should I

wait for your biography to come out?

I'm sorry.

The hours were ridiculous,

but I heard it was worse in the stock room.

I'm not at all sure we're talking

about the same thing, but never mind.

On any other given day,

this meeting would be a record-breaking

waste of time, but this isn't any other day.

I'm under tremendous pressure

from my board of directors

on a Marina deal I'm brokering,

and I just lost my long-time assistant, Betty,

who was highly competent

though personally annoying.

So, I need someone right now.

So does this mean I got the job?

If you're going to come work for me,

you need to learn to read between the lines.

- Yes.

- I got the job!

All right. No bouncing.

No bouncing! Stop it. Cease! Leave now.

- But I got the job.

- Return tomorrow.

- Go!

- Okay! All right. I got a job.

No running or cheering!

That is incredible! I'm so proud of you.

- You could have rent when?

- Soon.

I'm so dang excited!

You know what?

This is cause for a celebration.

I've been saving these.

Here we are. Yeah.

Don't tell me. Those are Billy's hands?

No! No. No.

You are not allowed

to let that ass ruin your good time.

Now, someone better will come along.

- Hello?

- Hey, Katie, it's Ben.

- Ben?

- Who's Ben?

How'd you get my number?

Gary in Human Resources gave it to me.

So they just hand out numbers

to people in the mailroom?

Ben who used

to live across the street from you?

No!

Trust me, it's not that easy.

I owe the guy a back rub.

But I was just gonna ask you

how it went with Iron Dick today.

Hold on a sec.

- Ben Franklin?

- No.

- Hello?

- Hey, baby girl.

Tell me all about you

and old Billy up there on Valentine's Day.

Hey, Pap Paw. Hold on a sec, okay?

- Ben Affleck?

- No, no!

Ben. Hi.

I gotta go, but I'll see you at work.

So I take it you got the job.

- Benji, the dog.

- No!

You got the job.

Guess what? I got a job.

You mean

you're gonna stay up there awhile?

Yep. It's at a big company

and I even got my own desk.

Did old Billy have anything to do with that?

- Billy was an inspiration.

- Billy's a jerk.

- Haley says hi.

- Hi.

You give him a big old hug for me, okay?

- Will do.

- See y'all later.

- Bye.

- Love you, Pap Paw.

Bye-bye.

He is.

Good morning. Oh, my God.

My desk! What happened?

Have we been robbed?

Why didn't you call the police?

- Did you call the police?

- No, no.

Always call the police.

That's the first thing you do. Hello.

- Sir?

- What?

Your files have all been cross-referenced

and color-coded.

Wait a minute.

Oh, no.

- Did you do this? On purpose?

- Yeah.

These are my files. This is my system.

I had a system that worked.

Now I have to kill you.

- Your stuff piled everywhere is a system?

- You know something.

I was very nice and I gave you a job.

And now I can't find anything.

Are you happy?

- Sir.

- What?

- The key to organization...

- Yes?

...is managing chaos.

What are you, a fortune cookie?

And never touch me again.

I can't find anything.

This is counter-intuitive.

My head is spinning.

My stomach's pounding. Danger. Danger!

I made pigs in a blanket.

Thank God because

three years of work is down the drain,

but everything's gonna be okay

because you made pigs in a blanket.

That was sarcasm,

but let's not worry about it now.

You just go and I'll take care of everything.

I'll make everything better.

- I didn't mean...

- Goodbye.

No, you didn't mean to do anything.

You're a very nice girl

with too many teeth. Goodbye.

- Too... I was just trying...

- Get out!

- Okay.

- Goofy kid.

All right, that's better.

This can be fixed. It's being fixed.

Good pig. Good blanket.

Hey, Miss Gregerstitch. Nice digs.

You went from being a bike messenger

to an executive

without even stopping at the mailroom.

- Not bad.

- Just lucky I guess.

- It's pretty good.

- Hey.

Why were you wearing a hard hat

the other day?

I deliver mail down there, too,

and they sometimes

make me wear a hard hat

when I have

to go through the construction site.

What? Don't tell me the guy won't be there!

This is a problem.

- I don't like problems!

- Talk to you later.

- Why don't you fix this problem?

- Have fun with that.

- And no more problems!

- He sounds good today.

What do I care if it is his weekend

with the damn daughter?

Tell him not to get divorced next time!

Just find a way

to get him to that spec house.

Get me the Perry file and find out who

that was on the phone so I can fire him.

You having trouble with a client, sir?

- Butt out.

- Mr. Connelly.

- In Minden we have a saying.

- No, oh, boy.

If you wanna get the chicken in the coop,

you gotta get the chicks in first.

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