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Alan - Shirley - Good
Alan - Shirley - Good
Alan:
It’s not who, so much as what. This is a men’s room.
What’s your name, fella?
Shirley:
I’m Shirley Schmidt. Pardon the intrusion, but one of our
assistants
is suing us under Title 9—claiming, among other things, the
men have better fixtures.
Alan:
So, you’re Shirley Schmidt of Crane, Poole and…
Shirley:
Schmidt.
Alan Shore:
Alan Shore. It’s a pleasure.
Shirley:
Surely, you intend to wash that first.
Alan:
I keep an extremely clean penis.
Shirley:
I know all about you.
Alan:
And I, you. There’s much written in stall number
2. I pictured you younger. Much.
Shirley:
A smart attorney recognizes who he can or cannot
rattle.
Alan:
He also knows a good rattle when he sees one.
Shirley:
Since I’m your boss, I can’t return your sexual banter,
but I will say for the record that if I were
looking for a rattle, he would be taller, he would
be better-looking, he would be more evolved than a
junior in high school.
Alan:
I prefer the juniors in high school.
Shirley:
He would be something other than a self-loathing
narcissist with a dwarf fetish, and, yes,
judging from what I got a glimpse of in the mirror
when I first entered the room, he would be bigger.
Much.
Alan:
My, my, my.