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kidding who?

I sell toilets

for a living, Lydia.

When you need a place

to sh*t, you come to me.

Yeah, but you're

the best at it.

[SIGHS]

You don't have to sell toilets.

You could get

any sales job you wanted.

You're just trying

to pump me up.

I haven't begun

to pump you up.

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You're not the only one

that's going to be doing

some sucking tonight,

my dear count.

Hm.

AUDREY:
Dad, I'm

looking for Dow's leash.

[GASPS]

[GROANING]

[BOTH SCREAM]

LYDIA:
Oh, my God!

Ah!

Get in.

AUDREY:
Oh, my God!

[WHINES]

[HARVEY

CHUCKLING]

All right, so then what?

HARVEY:
Well, it was

time for the analog dinosaur

to face the digital jungle.

I assume you know how

to use your PowerPoint.

To squirt the bird--

With tons of spam.

The bigger your bandwidth...

The better your chances...

For an extended hard drive--

In the lap link--

With the fastest processor--

Known to man.

I'm sure you know--

That digital compression--

Can make for unsatisfactory

performance.

You have to be familiar--

With adequate protection.

From viruses.

After the inevitable download--

Of your MPEG--

You'll have to take your TIFF.

GIF.

And zip it.

But only after--

The hardware turns to--

Software.

Because if you wind up with a--

Breach in the stream or a--

Leak in your firewall--

You'll hire a specialist--

To determine if the problem--

Is in your chips

or your salsa.

Any questions?

RISHWAIN:
Okay, okay,

okay. Mr. Bellinger.

Is there the slightest relevant

fact in our foreseeable future?

Because your 10 minutes

are over, and it's lunch.

O-Or-- Or we could order in

and-- And work through.

There's a Noah's Bagel

down the road.

Oh. C-could I have a-a Nova lox

on a poppy seed bagel?

Uh, maybe a crunchy

dill pickle, please?

Make that two pickles.

LYDIA:

Thank God for cash advances.

...following reporting

of consumer confidence...

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What the--?

[BEEPING]

[PHONE DIALING]

WOMAN:

Bruce Horton's office.

This is Lydia Bellinger.

723-1992.

My account is frozen.

What's up?

I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've

had to suspend your trading.

What do you mean,

no more trading?

Bill Gates, Harvard dropout,

60 billion.

Michael Dell, 16 billion,

quit UT.

Steve Jobs dropped out

after one semester

and went on to build

a little company called Apple.

The list goes on and on, Mom.

There's just no point in

wasting time in college.

A full 18 percent of

every billionaire in America

never even got

a college diploma.

I can't afford the setback

in terms of years.

It might be

too late already.

The IPO window

is closing fast.

HARVEY:

Okay. Listen up.

What's wrong

with you?

Nothing.

Okay.

I've been putting

this off,

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