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quarter-point this morning.

Whose fault is that,

Thomas?

Nobody's fault, sir. It's a

momentary lapse in the market.

Whose fault is it,

Thomas?

Uh, it's Davis's

fault, sir.

His department hasn't

been pulling its weight.

What do you have to say

for yourself, Davis?

Uh, I've been having

troubles at home, sir.

My wife ran over the

children's dog with her car,

then we had to buy

a new dog.

Then the new dog chewed up this entire

report that I'd been working on.

Are you suggesting that your

dog ate your homework, Davis?

Well, in a way,

yes, sir.

This is not

grade school, Davis!

Run at the back

of the line.

Consider yourself on warning.

Uh,yes,sir.

Okay, everybody,

check your pulse.

Make sure you're exercising

at the optimum level.

I'm a bit above my level.

I better stop running now.

Maybe I'm above, too.

I really don't care.

Okay, everybody, run!

I can't get anybody's

approval for the extra two trucks!

Tucker, what're you

gonna do about it?

All right, look.

What does a boxcar cost?

The transfer sheet shows that

somebody is accumulating

an enormous

block of our stock.

What do you think

about that, Thomas?

I think it's very

encouraging, sir.

Oh, you do, do you?

Yes, sir.

When a stock takes a dive and

somebody buys a ton of it...

It means that stock is on

its way to a quick rebound.

It means that the company is

ripe for a hostile takeover!

That's what I meant!

A hostile takeover, sir?

Yes. I'm afraid that's

what we're looking at.

I want each of you to

examine your department

and see where

you can cut costs.

Cut!

Cut them to the core!

We need to raise capital quickly

so we can boost stock support.

Right. Boost it!

Boost it to the moon!

You gonna put

that in writin'?

Yeah. Yeah!

Look, you tell

the trucking company

that we have to

service our customers.

Now, if they're not

going to help us,

we're going to find

somebody who will.

Well, all right!

That's what we need,

some gutsy decisions around here!

I'll get back to you.

Okay. Bye.

Yes!

I have got to get that report

by the end of the day, Art,

or you're in

the doghouse!

I don't know.

Mr. Prescott?

I'm sorry this came in so late,

sir, but it just arrived.

It's about time!

Uh...

No. This isn't the men's room.

They took the urinals out last week.

I didn't like them.

How about a paper cup?

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm just about the only

woman executive at Pemrose.

Some days, I have a chip

about the men's room.

Sorry.

Hey, nice office. Nice furniture.

It goes with your hair.

Thank you. I like your suit.

it goes nicely with your nose.

Well.

This conversation

isn't going very well.

Thank you. There's enough talk in

the world already. Good morning.

That meant goodbye.

I have work.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry. I have, uh,

a lot of work myself.

Good morning.

I really swept

her off her feet.

All right, Foster.

Let's do it!

Hello. This is

Carlton Whitfield, 4319.

That's right. I'm still

waiting for that secretary

I requested last week.

Well, I realize

you're busy down there,

but I'm typing my own letters

and answering my own calls,

and it's getting

to be a pain.

Empty?

Well, I've been here a week,

got my name on the door,

got a desk full of supplies and got

a geranium on my window ledge.

What I don't have

is a secretary.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I'll have Personnel send

a boy up from the mail room

with the requisitions

you need.

Just send me my secretary, okay?

Thank you very much.

Whew!

Got a memo here.

Big cheese in 4319 wants

his new secretary pronto.

I got a memo here that's

burning up my fingers.

New suit in 4319 wants

his personalized memos

and stationery

immediately.

This guy is hot.

Who?

I don't know.

Name's on the memo.

Also, he wants

nameplates for his door,

and he wants it

by noon. Okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Smile.

You're late. I already

done my rounds.

You didn't punch in.

Well, I couldn't wait to get to it.

Boy, I love my work.

Punch in, then run this up to

Personnel and wait for an answer.

Right.

I... I'm Jean,

your secretary.

I'm not wearing anything.

I see that.

It was warm.

Seems cooler now.

I'll get dressed.

Yes, sir.

I'll move my stuff in.

Great, Jean.

Good idea.

Ow

Jean? Listen,

I have some notes here.

I also have some charts,

some graphs, some tapes.

They're all sorted into different

departments. Can you read my handwriting?

Sort of.

Do your best.

Oh, I need some

poster boards,

some colored pencils,

some colored push pins,

T-square, drawing table, lots of

pencils, and my lunch. Chinese?

I just can't wait

'til the day

When you knock

on my door

Hey,4319?

Uh,yeah.

Now every time

I go for the mailbox

Great.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You're coming around

Good morning.

Hi.

Now I'm walking

on sunshine, whoa-oh

I'm walking on sunshine

Whoa-oh

I'm walking on sunshine

Whoa-oh

And don't it feel good

Hey, all right now

And don't it feel good

Hey, yeah

I used to think

maybe you loved me

Now I know that it's true

And I don't want to

spend my whole life

Just a-waiting for you

Now, I don't want you

back for the weekend

Not back for a day

No, no, no

I said, "Baby,

I just want you back

"And I want you to stay"

Oh, yeah,

I'm walking on sunshine

Whoa-oh

I'm walking on sunshine

Whoa-oh

I'm walking on sunshine

Whoa-oh

And don't it feel good

Hey

All right now

And don't it feel good

Yeah

Oh, yeah

And don't it feel good

Hello again. Small world.

Hello.

Walking on sunshine

Are you standing

still for some purpose?

Hey, I'm just soaking

up the atmosphere.

Whoa!

Executive Lounge, huh?

Care to do

a little lounging?

No, I'm busy.

Ron, did you get those figures

on transfer costs and insurance?

Not yet.

Big delay in Chicago.

Damn! I really need them!

Blame Chicago.

Maybe I can help.

I'm sorry?

Transfer costs and

insurance for what?

By the time I explained it,

I could find out myself.

Ron!

Big weenie. Hey, listen. Why don't you

explain it to me over lunch, okay?

I'll have the answer by dessert.

I don't eat lunch.

Why don't we

start this again?

Carlton Whitfield.

And you're?

Annoyed. Sh*t.

You know, I'm just

trying to be friendly.

You picked a bad time. I was

counting on those figures from Ron.

Christy Wills. How do you do?

Good.

Terrible news.

Just awful!

Conference room, everybody.

Come on, on the double.

All right.

So you don't eat lunch.

Do you eat dinner?

Occasionally.

Tonight?

Booked.

Tomorrow night?

Booked.

All right, but don't beg, okay?

It's embarrassing.

Do you know

what this is about?

Who are you?

Carlton Whitfield.

New employee.

I didn't get

a memo on that.

Oh, you will.

All right.

As long as I get the memo.

The absolute worst

has happened.

We are the target

of a corporate raid.

Donald Davenport has filed a 13-D.

A 13-D?

He's acquired 5%

of the stock,

and this is definitely

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