The Curse of the Jade Scorpion Page #2

I- I thought you'd appreciate

the thick smoke. You don't

have to put on as much makeup.

- [Man] What's the lady havin'?

- Tequila.

Hmm. Tsk.

So, um--

Betty-- Betty Ann--

Um, c-can-- s-should I call you--

I can call you Miss Fitzgerald,

which is fine with me.

I have no problem with that.

I-- I--

Tell me about yourself.

- Myself?

- Your hopes, your dreams, you know.

You married?

I mean, obviously you're not married,

'cause then it would not be Miss

Fitzgerald, so you have a boyfriend?

Is this why you got me here?

I just, um-- So--

What is your life like?

I mean, do you have any hobbies?

- I have a meeting in 15 minutes, so--

- I-I-I-I--

Not-- I didn't mean to ask

about your marital status.

That's none of my business. Maybe

you're-- It's a touchy point with you.

You're possibly divorced or widowed.

Maybe your husband committed suicide.

I could understand that.

Mr. Magruder hired me to streamline

the office, and I'm going to.

But if something is not broken, you know

what I say? I say, why fix it?

There's a reason North Coast has slipped

from the top five insurance companies.

There's an enormous amount

of waste and duplication.

Yeah, not-- not in my department.

There's not a single department

that couldn't be run more

efficiently or economically.

I'm not even sure North Coast

wouldn't be better off not carrying...

an investigative division and just

farming out each case privately.

[ Stammers ]

Would it be possible to meet at some

point and have a drink and discuss that?

- We are having a drink.

- [ Exhales ]

Look, I don't think you know

what you're talking about.

I think you came in here

like a steamroller--

You felt threatened by me

from the first day I got on this job.

Not only was I an efficiency

expert and a challenge to your

little state within a state,

but I'm not one of those windup dolls

you can tickle at the water cooler.

I'm smarter than you. I'm faster.

I can see right through you.

You're right to feel threatened by me.

I... am threatened by you?

It's fascinating, as a female

executive, how many men I meet

with a fragile masculinity.

A fragile masculinity?

You make one more crack about

my religion, and woman or no woman--

- I have to go.

- Hey, listen, honey,

- let me level with you here.

Despite all your high falutin talk

about streamlining the office,

what you really need is

a good old-fashioned roll in the hay.

Ha! You wouldn't know

which end is up.

Well, in your case,

it would be hard to tell.

Don't bother seeing me to the door.

Someone might think we're together.

- Why? Do I look like an organ grinder?

- No, just an organ.

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