The Internship Page #11

I want you out there

salsa-ing and grinding up...

...against a complete

stranger, having a good time

doing the wrong things.

Are we on the same page?

See the box at the bottom of your window?

Click it twice.

Come on, baby, let me

hear you do that conga.

You know you can't

control it any longer.

Time's up!

So soon? I was just

getting warmed up!

Good going here!

Wooh! Come on, Ladybug!

Please submit your log files so

I may review your work later.

Happily. Just click

the Blue button.

Where's that?

Blue button, upper left.

Mine's not Blue, it's grey.

I can't click it.

The Blue one.

Mine won't click. It's grey.

Is anyone else's grey?

Did you not hear my

opening remarks?

Most of them.

I was getting in the zone.

I was very clear that

you have to log into

your account so I could

review your work later.

The good news is you

reviewed my work now.

You don't need the

instant replay

because you saw the

touchdown live.

I don't really understand that

analogy, but I do know...

...attention to detail is of

Paramount importance here...

...and my instructions

were explicit.

If there is no recording...

it's as if you didn't

even show up today.

Except I did show up.

I'm right here.

Well, according to

your log, you're not.

And since every intern

must complete...

...the challenge in order for

your team to be scored...

...your team...

...will unfortunately

receive a score... of zero.

Zero?

Well done, Mr. McMahon.

Perhaps more studying,

less pudding.

Chetty, come on. You're

not going to trip

us up with a technicality.

He's right here.

Oh, Billy, Billy.

What have you done?

It's you lot I feel bad for.

It's really hard to get here.

You're probably

pretty intelligent.

You deserve better.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, El

Nio, we'll get them.

I studied for the test.

Great. Another win

for Team Graham.

There's only one

challenge left.

Even if we're perfect,

it won't be enough.

We had them, too.

We did, but it's just a little

hiccup, a little adversity.

Nick, come on.

Billy's a great guy,

but he kind of blew

it for us today.

They're right, Nick.

I just wanted to come

by and let you know...

I did study last night, I tried my best.

It's just...

...that today on the phones...

It's my fault.

And, uh...

...he was right when he

said you deserved better.

I'm really sorry

that I cost you.

Damn.

Billy, stop!

I'm not helping anybody here.

What do you mean? You're

helping those kids!

Where are you going?

You going radio silence on me?

I'm not letting you ride away

from the Garden of Eden!

I let down the team!

You didn't letdown the team! Who

cares if you made a mistake?

I'm not taking

everyone down with me.

Billy, give me a chance to turn

you with a sports metaphor.

Damn it, Nick, it's the

best thing for everybody!

Stop dragging me down

with all your horseshit!

You're doing great here, okay?

I'm not! I got it!

Just get off my back.

How dare you! How dare you!

Shame on you! Put

this badge back on!

If you're going to

quit, quit, but don't

give me this crap that

it's better for them!

Come on, Billy!

Randy?

I'm Billy McMahon. Sammy sent me?

I'm the new salesman.

No sh*t!

My new partner.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it has been...

...an impressive summer.

One final challenge remains.

Sales.

Over a million

companies advertise

with Google. Find

one that doesn't.

Convince them.

The bigger the sale,

the more chance

you have of taking

this competition.

The winner will be

announced at our

final meeting this afternoon.

Good luck.

Happy hunting!

On me!

Sales... done! Those other

b*tches are going down!

Where's Billy?

He left.

You heard him. He thought

he was holding us back

and he didn't want

to talk about it.

We got to get him back.

We're a team... you

guys taught us that.

It was buried under a Mountain

of obscure 80s references...

...and just a ton of...

...other super

inappropriate bullshit

I guess was intended

as life lessons...

...but you did teach us how

to come together, Nick.

The problem is, when he makes

up his mind on something...

...Billy has a tendency

to really dig in.

We may have to do

this without him.

But, Nick...

...we wouldn't want to.

Right, guys?

Hey, Tony!

Slow it down, man.

Just kidding.

How long you worked

this territory?

Three years.

It's great... you build a

relationship with the customer.

Then they die.

You resell scooters with 25, 35 miles

on them, tops. Everybody wins!

Hey! Look who's back!

Hey, Randy!

Hey, old timer.

Hey, Randy.

What do you want?

Treat them like sh*t...

makes them want you more.

Everybody, listen up!

This is my new tail

gunner, Billy!

Billy, tell them about that

sweet ride you pulled up on.

Oh, you mean the

brand new X-70.

It has an eight-hour

motor, and a

rear-mounted stainless

sleeve for your oxy tank.

You have no idea how much

boning goes on here.

It's amazing. Check this one out...

Ethel, that's her name.

She calls my junk the "cocoon".

Says it makes her feel younger.

Lowered her blood pressure.

I'm not fighting it.

I'm a life-giver and a lovemaker.

Ethel!

Ethel!

What's up, girl?

Look who's back!

Come here, boo.

Who's your friend?

Billy!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Billy! Hi.

Ethel and Doris tell me they're

up for a little group play.

Can I count you in?

What the sh*t?

Uh... I'm sorry. Randy, this

is my old partner, Nick.

Nick, this is my new

partner, Randy.

Welcome to the jungle, ese.

Billy, can I count you in?

Give me a second here.

No problem.

What are you doing?

New partner, huh?

I'm a salesman. I sell things.

I remember another guy who

was selling mattresses...

...when in walks this behemoth! Big guy.

Big mouth. Big dreams.

He made this old son

of a gun remember

dreams are still floating

around out there.

You just got to reach

out and grab them.

I reached for my dreams. I

messed it up for everybody.

You forgot to click a button!

You're not a computer wizard!

You're also not a p*ssy.

You're tough. You grew up in the 70s.

There weren't any computers!

Or bike helmets or sunscreens or seatbelts.

Did you wear a seatbelt?

No.

What was your seatbelt?

My Mom went like this.

Yeah. And how did

that work out?

You know. I went through

the windshield.

Eighty-nine stitches.

You looked like a little

badass in third grade.

And were you afraid to get

back in that station wagon?

Nah. Five years later...

...you took out that same car,

without permission from nobody.

Not your parents,

not Old Man Law.

Just you and Sally Moran,

parked at the point,

finger-blasting away!

Didn't even know if you

were doing it right!

Where are you going with this?

I'm saying life is that

station wagon, okay?

Yeah, sometimes it's going to

throw you through the windshield

and crack your skull open.

Maybe even break your heart.

But every once in a while, it

drops a Sally Moran in your seat.

We came to Google for a reason.

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