Men at Work

I can't support

this activity any longer, Max.

Relax, Jack. Only two more days and we

move our whole disposal operation north -

out of your jurisdiction.

You promised me those barrels'd

be leakproof for 150 years.

A slight miscalculation.

Look, it's this simple.

I have an obligation

to produce paint thinner.

You have an obligation to provide

a place to dispose of the waste products.

I'm not afraid of you any more, Potterdam.

If I have to expose the whole operation,

I will. I'll bring us all down.

I think you're smarter than that, Jack.

You can't pay me enough, Max.

Kiss your chances of getting elected

mayor goodbye, Mr. City Councilman.

It's bigger than an election, Max.

Boss?

There's a time and a place

for everything, gentlemen.

You have an obligation to provide

a place to dispose of the waste products.

I got you.

Good morning. You're listening to

the Poor man on the world-famous KROQ.

And you still have time

to call in on open-line,

where at 5am, let's face it,

we can talk about absolutely anything.

It's live, it's uncensored,

and I'm not even using the tape delay

because this is primetime radio,

the 2 to 6am show

where management sleeps.

I gotta go to work.

Could you leave your board?

I may go out later.

My surfboard?

Yeah. You promised me last night.

Yeah, you can use it.

No tape delay. Here we are on open-line.

Good morning. You're on the air.

- Hi, Poorman.

- Where are you calling from?

- South Bay.

- What can I do for you?

Well, my boyfriend just left me and

I'm really bummed cos I loved him a lot.

Why did your boyfriend leave you?

He found me and his best friend

in bed together.

What do you expect if he found you

in bed with his best friend?

I don't know. Maybe a bit more

understanding, you know.

Well, you got a problem

that you're gonna have to work out.

But not on my show.

I hate politicians.

Yeah.

Coming to work today, Mr. Taylor?

Yeah, Walt,

I'm flyin' out the door right now.

Let's see if my favorite

little stewardess is up yet.

Lookin' good.

Oops!

Busted.

Fly those friendly skies.

Now that is the perfect relationship.

Wait a minute. Hello.

What are you looking at, pal?

Good morning.

Time for that morning cup of hot java.

Coffee for one. Three scoops, please.

Nice selection of wines.

Good California Chardonnay,

a bottle of Dom.

No market brands in this house.

Only the best.

Now for some sliced papaya,

if it's in season.

Sh*t! Mango. I should have known.

I wish I knew your name.

Carl. I thought you were

gonna be a no-show.

Almost. Thanks.

Frost and Luzinski?

Yeah.

Hey, I don't know about you, shitheads,

but we're on a time clock. Let's move!

Gina walked out on me last night.

- Really?

- Yeah. Moved all her stuff out.

You've been trying to bale out

of that relationship for a long time.

I just didn't expect it

to be so sudden.

Paybacks are a b*tch, James!

- You seen my gloves, amigo?

- In the glove compartimente.

- Hey, mister!

- Shut up, you d*ckhead.

Yes, I'm still here.

Now, about those mailers.

First off, you did the colors wrong,

but I let it pass because I'm a nice person.

Now you're telling me, with the

election one week around the corner,

that the mailers are gonna go out late?

If you don't get those mailers out

by tomorrow, I'm pulling the account.

Bye-bye.

Jerk.

I gotta hide this.

- A ton of things need your signature.

- Can it wait?

No, and I have a cassette of a band

we could use for the fundraiser.

Since we're short on time,

you could listen and decide.

I don't have time for that. If you like 'em,

use 'em. I trust your judgment.

That's why I hired you as a campaign

manager. You gotta trust your staff.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

Listen...

- You're doing a hell of a job.

- Thank you, Jack.

- I didn't sleep for sh*t last night.

- Why not?

Gina.

Gina, Gina. Gina!

Let her go, man. Let her go.

I have, I have. She is historical.

She couldn't be with

a garbageman the rest of her life.

You're not gonna be a garbageman.

Didn't you tell her about our surf shop?

I told her. I think she was getting

pressure from her family.

- Her father never liked you.

- What does he know?

- Well, life's a b*tch, right?

- Ain't that the truth!

I tell you, Carl, this is

the last year we throw trash.

- You said that last year.

- This year I mean it.

You meant it last year.

- Hey, Carl, is this yours?

- No, it ain't my color.

It's a bra, James.

Look at this smut.

Well, if it isn't the South Bay's finest.

What happened, Mike?

Did they take away your vroom-vrooms?

You see, this is the kind of scum you're

gonna have to get used to around here.

Jeff's new to the force,

so I'm giving him the tour.

He's also my new partner, so you're

gonna be seeing a whole lot more of him.

Wonderful.

You're gonna like it here, Jeff.

The air's clean, the women are beautiful

and the shifts are short.

Most of the folks here in Las Playas

are hard-working, with a future in mind,

with the exception of these two clowns.

They're part of the

"Don't let this happen to you" crowd.

A word of warning,

my garbage-toting friends,

from your friendly

neighborhood peace officer.

I've got my eye on you both.

If you're not breaking the law now,

the smart money says that

it's only a matter of time before you will.

And you can bet that last dollar that my

ass is gonna be there to make the bust.

- Golf clap?

- Golf clap.

"Dear John. I'm sorry

things didn't work out for us."

"You're a sweet man,

and I'll always love you."

Ah!

You know, this is the kind of sh*t

that really breaks me up.

- It's an epidemic.

- What is?

Just women, relationships, all of it.

I never have a problem with it.

- Hi, James.

- Morning, baby.

- That's cos you've got no heart.

- What?

You've got no heart. Who was

the last girl you were serious about?

Betsy Sabetta.

Betsy Sabetta? That was

in the ninth grade and she had a harelip.

- She did not.

- She did too.

- She did not!

- Did too, did too.

- What do you know about her, anyway?

- I know she had a harelip.

What an absolutely gorgeous day.

Warm sun, beautiful women.

And the air is just right for drinking.

Would you just look at all the activity

that's going on down here, Carl.

It's close, man. I can see it.

Right here, right on the strand.

Carl and James' Surf Shop.

It's gold. It's gold, James. It's a gold mine.

Just think of the garbage business

as a way station on the road to nirvana.

Maybe now you're single again, you'll be

able to put more time and energy into it.

Whoa. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hold on, wait a minute, just a second.

I have put a lot of energy

into getting our surf shop together.

And we'd be a lot further along

if I didn't have to do the work of two.

Pardon me? Let's not forget that I chose

the bank that we went to to get our loan.

We didn't even get the loan.

It's not like you researched it. You picked

the name out of the Yellow Pages.

What exactly are...

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