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:18:04
The chief says "We will give
you an honourable death."

:18:07
"But first, keke."
:18:10
Excuse me. Excuse me.
:18:14
- Dim sum?
- Yes, yes.

:18:22
Come on, Katharine. What do you say?
:18:25
Jim, the man who spends
every weekend in August glued to his desk,

:18:30
that man knows that I can't
just sneak out of my own party.

:18:34
I'll tell you what, though. You get me
in on the Southeast Air divestiture plan,

:18:39
I'll buy you a drink.
Bottle of Cristal, two straws.

:18:45
- Deal?
- Okey-dokey.

:18:49
- Dim sum?
- Hi.

:18:52
Thank you. What a slob.
:18:54
You were so smooth with him.
I would have...

:18:57
Never burn bridges. Today's junior prick,
tomorrow's senior partner.

:19:02
- So, how do you think the party's going?
- Pretty well, I think.

:19:06
Should I stop serving now?
:19:09
- Better make one more round.
- Right.

:19:12
I'd help, but we can't busy the quarterback
with passing out the Gatorade.

:19:16
Arnie, my hero. You've come.
:19:32
Yeah?
:19:36
I have an idea
and you said I could come to you.

:19:39
Shoot.
:19:44
Well, you know how Trask Industries has
been looking to buy into broadcasting?

:19:49
- The department is...
- Working on it, yeah.

:19:52
I've been following it myself,
and all of a sudden I thought "radio."

:19:57
- Trask is looking for television stations.
- So is every Tom, Dick and Harry.


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