Willard Page #2

Because I'm a successful man!

Because I have never been late

for work a day in my life!

Because when I come to work,

I don't show up...

in one of my dead father's

cheap suits!

Because I have never

given my boss such grief.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt you

to find out what pleases me!

Are you OK?

Hi, Socrates.

It's been a bad day.

Tear it, Socrates.

All right...

you teach them.

They listen to you, Socrates.

Tear it.

Tear it.

Tear it up.

Jeez. You're big.

Big Ben.

Do you know him, Socrates?

Ben, this looks like

the beginning...

of a beautiful friendship.

Tear it.

Tear it.

Tear it.

OK, everybody,

that was really good.

Speed. Speed.

Very good.

Rope...up.

Tear it.

You go down there. Go on now.

Down. Down. Tear it.

In.

Still.

Out.

One week! You've been late

for so many hours...

that it equals an entire week!

Mr. Martin, l--I'm sorry.

I want my week back.

I've discussed it with counsel.

I may not be able

to fire you, Willard...

but, by God, it is well within

my rights to administer...

physical disciplinary reprimand!

I know that you must be tired

of this excuse...

but what can I do?

My mother is sick.

You don't give a sh*t

about your mother!

If you did, you'd show up

for work on time...

because now look

what's happened.

You're out a week's pay.

Oh, you don't like that.

Then quit.

Act like a man for once

in your life and just quit!

You're

a slimy, pukey piece of sh*t!

You wouldn't make a pimple

on my grandmother's tush!

Willard.

In.

In.

No!

Ben, no.

If you get in,

nobody else will be able to fit.

In.

Be careful, stupid.

We're not making a bed here.

All available units,

please respond immediately.

Out.

Door.

Tear it.

Tires. Tear it.

Ben, I told you to stay.

You--you won't fit.

What the hell is that?

You left the washer

in the garage...

running again, didn't you?

In! In!

Come on. Come on.

Anybody out there?

Is someone out there

in the garage?

Oh, sh*t! Look at that!

Somebody got in here

and slashed my tires!

Damn!

Who's out here?

Yeah, you better run!

You don't mess with a man's

brand-new car like that!

Run,

and you'll only die tired!

You better run faster...

because if I catch you,

you are dead meat!

Quiet!

Go home!

Do you want to see

what's in the bags...

you stupid little dog?

The look on his face.

Imagine, all four of his tires.

Do you know

what a set of those tires run?

Insurance will cover it.

But insurance won't cover

how pissed off he's gonna be.

Hey, what's up?

Someone broke into

Martin's garage last night...

slashed his tires

and peed on the floor!

Morning, Cat.

You look very nice today.

Wow. Someone--someone urinated

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