Fun with Dick and Jane Page #3

What do you think you're qualified to do?

Secretary of the treasury

seems to be filled.

- There must be lots of things I can do.

- You never worked a day in your life.

You can't type,

and you can't take shorthand.

I'm a college graduate.

Reasonably intelligent.

Not altogether unattractive.

Yes, but will you be happy

being a hooker?

The only jobs you consider me

qualified for are secretary and hooker.

You're not qualified to be a secretary.

What an interview.

Don't take it too hard, honey.

It's only the first time.

Take it too hard?

I start on Monday.

That's wonderful.

- The line ends after me, mister.

- Sorry.

- That's a pretty nice suit, mister.

- Thank you.

You've got some nerve

coming here dressed like that.

People in here need this money.

This ain't no damn joy ride.

Hey, you're Mr. Harper, aren't you?

Taft Aerospace.

I'm Raoul Esteban. Remember?

I was in the Taft Maintenance Division.

I used to do your office.

- Sure, Raoul. Nice to see you.

- How you doing, man?

Hey, they canned you too, huh?

It's more complicated than that.

- First time in here?

- Damn right.

Man, are you in luck.

I'm gonna take care of you.

- Mi casa, su casa. You know?

- Sure.

First thing, you're in the wrong line.

- Wrong line.

- I'm gonna lose my place here.

Information, they make you wait

in line two hours.

All they do is tell you

to fill out one of these.

I'm gonna take care of you,

no problem.

I'm going to have an operation

in a month.

You know, the operation.

And my analyst said I should

start making the adjustment.

And, well, that's why they fired me.

For wearing a most demure gray maxi

with a matching cashmere twin set.

- It's here in the letter from my analyst.

- Let me check this out.

Maybe we should pick another line,

what do you say?

Listen, man, it's no sweat.

They ain't gonna hassle you.

Look what your card says.

Aerospace executive.

Yeah, but I'm not that anymore.

In here, man, you are what you were.

You're gonna get 104 bucks a week.

All I get is 50.

You're top guy around here.

They ain't gonna mess

with a guy like you. No problem.

Why do I have to see the supervisor?

It's all so simple.

I'm sorry.

All right. Shoot.

I've seen some fruits in my day,

but he really takes the cake, huh?

Not really.

Come on. That's the flamingest

f*ggot I've ever seen.

In the first place, he's a transsexual.

Not a fruit, not a fag,

not even a homosexual.

He has the mind, soul and desires

of a woman imprisoned in a man's body.

Now, what can I do for you, sir?

- Thank you.

- Oh, God.

Good night.

Do you resent it that I got a job?

Don't be silly.

You shouldn't feel threatened...

Look, I don't resent you getting a job.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes