The Hudsucker Proxy Page #2

Wrong color voucher, they dock you!

That is your employee number.

It will not be repeated.

Without your number

you cannot get your pay check.

This goes up to 27. Return a waiver.

Do not return without a signed waiver.

Inter-office mail is code 37.

Intra-office mail is 37-3.

Outside mail is 3-37.

Oode it wrong, they dock you!

Should have had this on 28

ten minutes ago. Oover for me.

This was your orientation.

Is there anything you don't understand?

If not fully oriented,

file a complaint with personnel.

File a faulty complaint

and they dock you!

[Whistles]

Kloppitt, Kloppitt, Kloppitt...

...Max Kloppitt...

...Max Kloppitt Junior...

What do you do when the envelope's

too big for the slot?

Well, if you fold them, they fire you.

I usually throw them out.

I just got hired today.

- Mm-hm. Terrific.

- [Norville] You know, entry level.

[Sorter] Tell me about it.

But... I got big ideas.

- I'm sure you do.

- For instance...

...take a look at this sweet baby.

I developed it myself.

Yes, siree. This is my ticket upstairs.

You know, for kids.

Terrific.

So, I won't be working

in the mailroom long.

No, I don't guess you will be.

- How long you been here?

- 48 years.

Next year, they move me up to parcels.

- If I'm lucky.

- [Tannoy] Attention, employees.

Attention, Hudsucker employees.

We regretfully announce

that at 30 seconds after the hour

of noon, Hudsucker time,

Waring Hudsucker, founder, president,

and chairman of Hudsucker Industries,

merged with the Infinite.

To mark this occasion of corporate loss,

we ask that all employees observe

a moment of silent contemplation.

Thank you for your kind attention.

This moment has been noted

on your time cards

and will be deducted

from your pay. That is all.

[Alarm]

- Blue letter!

- It's a blue letter!

They're bringing down a blue letter!

[Bell rings]

[Buzzer]

[Sorter] It's a blue letter.

Top, top level.

Oonfidential communication

between the brass.

Usually bad news.

They hate blue letters upstairs.

- Hate 'em!

- You!

Yeah, you, Barnes.

You don't look busy.

Think you can handle a blue letter?

This was sent down this morning by

the big man himself, Waring Hudsucker.

Addressed to Sid Mussburger,

Hudsucker's right-hand-man.

It's a blue letter. You gotta put it

right in Mussburger's hands.

No secretaries, no receptionists,

no colleagues, no excuses!

Mussburger!

[Ping]

My name's Buzz, I got the fuzz,

I make the elevator do what she does.

Hang it up to dry.

What's your pleasure, buddy?

- 44th.

- 44, the top brass floor.

Say, what takes 50 years

to get up to the top floor

and 30 seconds to get down?

Waring Hudsucker.

You get it? Say... Mr Klein, up to nine.

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