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an employee of Ramsey and Son.

You have embarked upon this course

without my knowledge or consent.

My father, the Commodore, would

not brook insubordination,

and now that the command

has passed to me,

by thunder, neither will I.

I demand a full and complete explanation

of these charges here and now,

or heads will roll.

Speak up, man. I'm waiting.

Do you realize

what you just broke?

My psychiatrist gave me that

to build up my confidence!

I ought to break your neck,

barging in on me like this.

Take it easy. Come on,

come on, come on!

I had a very rough morning.

Took a terrible tongue-lashing

from that Carol Templeton.

Who's that?

New account executive at

Brackett, MacAlpin and Gaines.

She accused you of pirating

the Miller Wax account.

She said you got Mr. Miller

tipsy and you got him a girl.

That's not true. I got him loaded

and there were seven girls.

Just a moment! Hey!

I'm head of the company.

You're accountable to me,

do you hear?

I leave the bridge for five minutes

and you steer the ship on the rocks!

I demand to know if your conduct

has been in the best interest

of Ramsey and Son.

That's sadistic.

Now you listen to me.

I was up all night in the best

interest of Ramsey and Son.

I landed a $5,000,000 account in the

best interest of Ramsey and Son.

And as for you

leaving the bridge,

you haven't been in the

office for two months.

And that's in the best

interest of Ramsey and Son.

I have a very good reason

for not going into the office.

It depresses the employees.

I discussed it with my analyst, Dr.

Melnick. He understands it.

He says I depress him, too.

Yeah, he's only human.

Well, you should

feel sorry for me!

You don't know what a handicap

it is to be born rich.

Some handicap.

Don't sneer.

Wealthy people are

hated and resented.

Look what's written

on the Statue of Liberty.

Does it say,

"Send me your rich"?

No, it says,

"Send me your poor."

We're not even welcome

in our own country.

It's all very well for you to laugh!

You're one of the lucky ones.

You were born in the slums.

That's lucky?

Of course it is. You had everything

going for you. Poverty, squalor...

There was only one way for you to go.

Up. But I started at the top.

I've done it the hard way.

Done what?

Taken over the helm

of Ramsey and Son.

And as president,

I've a right to know

what's been going on

since I've taken over.

Well, I'll tell you.

I've landed ten new accounts.

There's a lot more to advertising

than just landing accounts.

The big job is

selling the product.

Give me a well-stacked dame

in a bathing suit,

and I'll sell aftershave

lotion to beatniks.

Girls again! What's this

obsession you have with girls?

I was a poor kid, remember? I

didn't have toys to play with.

See? I told you

it's a handicap to be rich.

Get me that green tie.

Right.

What about Miss Templeton?

What am I gonna say to her?

Nothing.

I'll say it for you.

Oh, good.

Tell her that we're very

sorry for what happened.

And that if she's willing

to forgive and forget,

why, that henceforth we will conduct

ourselves in a manner beyond reproach.

Carol Templeton, please.

Jerry Webster calling.

Ramsey and Son.

Assure her of our

high moral character.

Yes, Mr. Webster.

Mr. Ramsey here tells me

that you spoke to him.

And I'd like to ask you a favor.

Will you kindly keep your big,

fat nose out of my business?

No! No!

If the competition's too tough, get

out of the advertising profession.

You aren't even in

the advertising profession.

And if I weren't a lady, I'd tell

you what profession you are in.

Tell me anyway. Well,

let me put it this way.

I don't use sex

to land an account!

When do you use it?

I don't!

My condolences to your husband.

I'm not married.

That figures.

What do you mean "that figures"?

Well, a husband

would be competition.

There's only room

for one man in a family.

Let me tell you something,

Mr. Webster.

I wish I were a man right now!

Keep trying.

I think you'll make it.

Oh! Despicable!

Millie, get me the phone

number of a Miss Rebel Davis.

She works at the Bunny Club.

Your trouble is you're still living

in the shadow of your father.

You're even afraid

to get rid of his old car.

You don't realize how

completely he dominated me,

ever since I was a little boy.

Just once, I spoke back to him.

He cut a switch from a tree

and gave me such a whipping...

In front of this girl.

It was

a shattering experience.

Pete, all kids get whippings.

But I was 25.

The girl was my fiance.

Hello?

Hello, you no-good,

double-crossing, low-down liar!

Rebel, honey,

what's the trouble?

There's trouble?

You promised me I was gonna

be the Miller Wax girl,

and now Mr. Miller says

there ain't even gonna be one!

Carol Templeton

surely was right about you.

Carol Templeton?

Are we in trouble?

When did you talk to her?

Oh, never you mind.

She wants me to go to

the Advertising Council

and tell them about

those parties you throw.

And I'm gonna do it!

Don't you go near the Advertising Council!

I'll be right over.

We're in trouble, aren't we?

I can handle it.

Now, see here.

As head of the agency,

I have a right to know.

Are we in trouble?

Yes, we're in trouble.

You shouldn't have told me.

Jerry Webster,

you get out of here!

Now, honey,

let's talk this over.

I'll do my talking

to the Advertising Council!

Sugar lump.

I am not your sugar lump!

And stop nibbling on me.

You've been promising to put me

on television for two years.

Baby. Baby.

You are not gonna nibble

your way out of this one!

I'm gonna tell that

Advertising Council plenty!

Okay.

Go ahead, tell them.

There isn't going to be any Miller

Wax girl, but also tell them why.

Tell them how I canceled

when I found out

they were gonna hide

that glorious figure

under a long gingham housedress.

That's like hiding a Rembrandt

under a dishtowel.

Tell them everything.

Tell them how I turned down, for

two years, sponsor after sponsor,

looking for the right product.

The perfect product

for you to represent.

Tell them I finally found one.

What is it?

Something.

Would've made you more famous

than Miss Rheingold and the

Schweppes man put together.

Well, what is it?

A brand-new product.

It's different.

It's exciting.

What is it?

Well, it's...

VIP.

VIP?

I was going to make you

the VIP girl.

What's VIP?

VIP?

It's the product that would have

brought you fame and fortune.

The key that would have opened

the golden door to Hollywood.

And you turned it down.

No, I didn't!

Jerry! Jerry, wait.

Honey! Honey!

I didn't turn it down.

Same thing.

We're filming the VIP

commercials at 1:00.

I've got to pick out

another girl.

Oh, no, you don't!

I wanna be the VIP girl.

Forget it, you had your chance.

Oh, honey, please. Don't go. Come back.

Give me another chance.

I'll do anything you say.

Please!

Well, I...

Please.

Well, all right.

It's him!

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