Metin dökümü (en)

I'm a boss, and there's gonna be some changes around here. Can't wait to hear him. Okay, first things first. Hospital bills. Larry Marinsky. Why the fuck are we paying his hospital bills? He doesn't even work here anymore. Well, he doesn't work here anymore because he had a horrible accident in our warehouse, all right? The guy burned off half his face. Exactly. I don't want my money, uh, going to support monsters. He's not a monster. He's a great guy who worked for us for many, many years. Cut him off. Second. Envirotech waste management. What the fuck's this about? It's costing us a lot of money. Your dad made the choice to dispose of our chemical waste responsibly. In order to do that, you gotta spend a little more money. Yeah, fuck that. Guess what? The Bolivians are gonna do it for a third of the price. I'm gonna hire them. No, no, you can't go to them. Yeah, I will. No, you can't do that. No, you can't do that. No, they're gonna endanger thousands of local residents. Oh, I give a fuck some local tribesmen gets cancer. Cry me a fucking river. They're not tribesmen. It's a modern society. Do I look like I fucking have? Okay, all right, look, Bobby, your dad told me very clearly that he would rather die than save money and hurt people, okay? Well, guess what? Looks like we're right on schedule, doesn't it? We gotta trim some of the fat. Trim the fat? What do you mean by trim the fat? I want you to fire the fat people They lazy and slow and make me sad to look at You can start with large Marge Marge can you come in here please No Margie not fat She pregnant I not gonna fire her Fine. Stay where you are Marge. Congratulations. You can fire Professor Xavier. Who are you talking about? You mean Hank? Yeah. He fucking creeps me out. Ruling around all day in his special little secret chair. I know he's up to something. I'm not gonna fire anyone Bobby. Oh, you're not gonna fire him? No. Oh really? Yeah, really. Yeah, really. You know, it's like you don't care about this company at all. No fucking shit I don't care about this company. Well, this is just an ATM to me. You think when I was a kid, I dreamed of running a fucking chemical company? No! I dreamed of being on a beach with a model serving me tropical drinks. That's what I dreamed of. That's exactly what's going to happen as soon as I squeeze every bit of profit out of this fucking company. But first things first. You either fire the fatty, or you fire the cripple, or I fire all three of you. Decision is yours. She can phone a friend, ask the audience, 50-50. Do the math. One loses the job, a three loses it. You're calm. I think I know who you're going to fire. And tell him to leave his handicapped parking pass when he leaves. You can't take that. It's issued by the state.