"...And get Kevin Kline to run me up a suit specially."
"But sir..."
"Don't you but sir me. I didn't spend 27 years working hard and 6 months working dishonestly for an uppity secretary with meagre breasts to but sir me. When I give you an erroneous order I expect you to use my money and power - mainly money - to ensure it's followed to the letter, even if the stitching will most likely fall apart. Now you say 'But sir' again. ...Go on."
"But sir..."
"What did I just say? Now get out of here, and get me that suit made."
"But sir..."
"No, there aren't any more but sirs after that. Now you go and get the suit done, see?"
"But sir, you don't have any money and power. I can't get Kevin Kline to make you a suit unless you have money and power."
"Enough of your insolence. You're fired."
"Umm... you can't fire me."
"I can do anything I want. You're fired. Get out."
"No. I'm not fired. I'm your boss. If anyone's fired it's you, but let's wait a moment or two more before I fire you."
"No. You're fired. I'm your boss. You but sirred me; you'd not have but sirred me if I was the boss. I'm the boss. You're not doing what I say. You're fired."
"No. I'm not fired. I but sirred you because we were about to have sex, and as a boss in a position of power, when it comes to sex I like to be dominated. You were going to pretend to be my boss, and then I'd scream 'Hurt me, I'm a Methodist.' If you still want to have sex, we can, but let's just drop the suit thing because it does nothing for me. Strip naked if you're gonna fuck me. If you're not then you're fired."
"Ahhhhhhh. Sexual harassment. Big quivering lawsuit here I come."
"No. You're fired regardless of whether or not we have sex. If - and I'm not suggesting for a second that it's true, because it's not - you were the boss, you couldn't sue me for sexual harassment, because you'd be the boss and I'd be the secretary."
"Get out. You're fired."
"You're fired."
"You're fired. Get out."
"You're fired."
"You."
"You."
"You're fired. Security."
"You're fired. Security. Double cross quitsies, no comebacks."
"Double cross quitsies? You can't have double cross quitsies until I've had quitsies."
"I can, and am. You're fired. I have double cross quitsies, and where the hell is security? Security!"
"Security!"
"You're fired."
"Nuh uh. You're fired."
"You."
"You."
"Get out."
"You get out, this is my office."
"It's my office."
"If it's your office, why is there a picture of my family on the desk?"
"It's not your family, it's mine. Now I've had just about enough of this. Get out. Get out."
"It's my family. I've had just about enough of this and you get out get out."
"Oh that's it. I've had enough. I have a meeting. I'm going out. You'd better not be here when I get back."
"You're going out because you're fired. Don't come back. You're fired. Fired."
"I'm going out. I have a meeting. Don't be here when I get back. This is my office. I'm the boss. You're the secretary. You're fired. I'm not. Goodbye."
"I'm the boss. What do I have to do to prove it to you? You're fired. Fired. What can I do to get that through to you? Jesus, I might as well jump out of this fucking window."
"If I hadn't fired you already, I'd fire you for swearing at me. And how the hell is jumping out of the window going to prove you're the boss?"
"Well, maybe it won't, but you'd never be able to play with water balloons again because they'd remind you of the noise I made when I hit the ground and burst. Either you get out now or I jump through this window."
"Go ahead. It'll have the same effect as firing you. Perhaps it's for the best if you jump out of the window if you can't accept that you're fired."
"You're fired. I'll do it, you know. I really will. Be fired or I'll jump."
"Jump. You're fired."
"I'm going to do it. I'm going to jump through it. How will you feel then?"
"Well, you'll be out of my office so I'll feel fine. I'll have to get new glass fitted, so I might feel a little less fine, but I'm sure I'll cope. Jump. You're fired."
"You're fired. Get out or I'll jump. You'll have my death on your conscience. I'll matter."
"No. You won't. We're on the ground floor. You're not going to die, you're just looking for a way to be fired and save face, and the only way you can do that is pretend that you're going to kill yourself because you can't fire me. It's pathetic really. Slightly cute but basically pathetic. Jump. You're fired."
"I'll jump. You're fired."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"10 Print You."
"20 Goto 10."