Russell

(nervously, almost desperately) Elaine. Elaine. What do you want? What can I do? Is it my job? Is that what it is? Elaine I can't go on like this. Will you call me? Would you call me? Well, why? All right. May I call you? Elaine? Elaine? (she hung up. An employee walks by, bumps into Russell and spills coffee accidentally on him)

David

Excuse me Mr. Dalrimple. I am so sorry.

Russell

All right. All right. What's your name?

David

David Richardson.

Russell

Get out! You're fired!