Elaine

Oh, it's been done to death. (smiles)

George

I, uh, should have a poem very soon now.

Wyck

Are you okay, George?

George

No, no, not really. Ever since Susan passed on, I have good days and bad. (Turns the briefcase towards the woman on his left.) Some days, I'm haunted by one word - why. Why Susan? Why wasn't it me licking those invitations? Why am I still here? Well, I gotta run. (Gets up and leaves the meeting.)

Wyck

...and the stock options for this year look quite, uh... (George returns and retrieves the briefcase.)