A Family Man Page #2

You want her

to tell you where it is?

I know where Prague is.

Overseas.

I want to spend more time

away from the place, travel,

indulge my inner Kerouac.

Time to finalize that succession

plan that we dance around...

and never do anything about.

I won't give up control

immediately,

but one of you will get the job.

Whoever takes this last quarter

can move into the empty office

next to this one.

You'll get off a desk

and you'll receive overrides...

from every recruiter

at Blackridge.

I'll announce the new General

Manager the first of the year.

Understood?

- One hundred percent, Ed.

- Understood.

Wilson, beat it.

- The hell is that?

- Cobra wine.

Spotted it in a small village

in Vietnam last month,

thought of you.

- You're supposed to drink it?

- Don't be such an American.

Of course you drink it.

But I'm determined to save

it for a special occasion.

Maybe the next time I do

something truly remarkable.

Such as?

I haven't settled

on that as yet.

How about a record-

breaking October?

What makes a person remarkable

is the life they live,

not the money they make.

Spoken like a man

with a lot of money.

I may never uncork that wine.

Ryan...

Ryan, wake up, pal.

- What time is it?

- 6:
30. Come on.

Let's get some roadwork in

before school.

Roadwork?

Dad! I need to rest.

Why don't I just carry you?

- I'm walking.

- You're jogging.

Morning, ladies!

Alright.

Let's just walk.

Why don't we go

to Catholic school?

We're lapsed Catholics.

The good Lord wants us...

to spend Sunday mornings

at Cracker Barrel.

I'm with the Lord.

How come Lauren

doesn't have to jog?

'Cause Lauren

doesn't have to lose weight.

First step in solving a problem

is recognizing it, buddy.

Did you and Grandpa go jogging

when you were a kid

in St. Louis?

No, not hardly.

He went to work when

it was dark,

came home when it was dark.

Wasn't much fun, was he?

Eh, he did the job.

"Kinfe," "Sizhong," "Deepak"...

Don't get me going on the

red dots.

Here's an invoice

begging to be sent.

"Ping." Interview

a Chinese engineer yet?

Treat yourself. It's like having

a conversation in the dark...

with Astro from the Jetsons.

Look, Sumner,

I should have spent more time

with you, okay.

My fault. Let's start over.

We are the "Dixie Mafia."

Okay, Dixie.

The South. You know,

state's rights, NASCAR,

closeted atheists,

poor spellers.

I'm not an idiot,

Mr. Jensen.

Okay. Role-play with me,

alright.

I'm a client from Hattiesburg,

Mississippi...

and I'm looking for

a process engineer.

So go on, pitch me

one of your PhD's.

Ahem! Ring! Ring!

Darrel Waltrip here!

Uh, yes, Mr. Waltrip?

Darrel, son.

What can I do you for?

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