MICKY: "A toy factory!! Needs unskilled help in non-essential job, requiring no training or no experience!" MIKE: "Hey, Peter! You don't have any training, and you sure don't have any experience!! You're the only one qualified!!" MICKY: "Probably the only one in the city with those qualifications! At least, the only one who could read the ads."
PETER: "Listen, I'm a man!!" DJ-61: "In your spare time, you are a man!" PETER: "Oh no, no! No, that's not it at all! First of all, you got my name wrong!" DJ-61: "Correction! Name misspelled! Please give correct letter!" PETER: "Well, I...." DJ-61: "Correct letter is 'I'!! Name is not Not What, but Nit Wit!" PETER: "Oh, brother!!!" DJ-61: "Brother is also a nitwit!!"
PETER: "No experience and no training necessary, and I couldn't even get that job! That machine was ten times smarter than me!" MIKE: "Look, man, that's okay! Beside you've got something that the machine doesn't have!" PETER: "Hmmm?" MIKE: "You've got friends!" MICKY: "You've got friends, Pete?! Bring them over someday!"
MIKE: "Mr. Not What What! And what is your occupation?" DJ-61: "Name is not Not What!! I am computer DJ-61!!" MIKE: "Oh, you're a DJ!! Look, I bet you have a great record collection!"
MIKE: "Good morning, Mr. President! I just want to say that I fully support your war on poverty, and I hope you continue--" DAGGET: "Nesmith, this is our *company* president, J.B. Guggins, son of our former president."
GUGGINS: "I'll be happy to accept to consider your application?" DAGGET: "No, no J.B. I think he should start immediately!" GUGGINS: "I think he should start immediately!!" DAGGET: "Yes, I thought he might work as a personal assistant!" GUGGINS: "Good, I need a personal assistant!! I'm terribly overworked!!" DAGGET: "No, I meant as my personal assistant!" GUGGINS: "He should be your personal assistant! I never do anything around here anyhow. I just play with the toys, and look at the frogs and the stuff."
POP HARPER: "Excuse me, Mr. Dag--" DAGGET: "Not now Harper!" POP HARPER: "But this will only take a minute!" DAGGET(to Mike): "Harper used to design all our toys. Totally useless! Fired him like THAT, but J.B. promised him his job for life! What am I going to do?" MIKE: "Wow, you're all heart."
DAVY: "Hey, man, be happy! You got the job!"
MIKE: "Oh, yeah, I got the job all right, I'm also part of a new blood!"
MICKY: "Groovy! Now we can pay the rent! Besides what better place is
there to work than a toy factory?" PETER: "Yeah, play with the kids and all!"
DAGGET: "Pardon me, madam, but we're only accepting children between the ages 8 and 11." *PETER*: "He is only between the ages 8 and 11, he's 13!"
DAGGET: "Now this afternoon, J.B., we're going to demonstrate the durability of our new toys. Are they all here, Nesmith?" MIKE: "Yes, sir. They're just coming in now!" DAGGET: "All right, let's go!! Oh, did you get rid of the one with the yo-yo?" MIKE: "Oh yes, sir!! This is a replacement here!"
DAGGET: "Wait a minute!! I think I smell a small, furry rodent!!"
DAGGET: "I believe I've seen your son somewhere before." *MICKY*: "Oh no, impossible! No, he's never permitted cross the street!" DAGGET: "I see, his looks are rather mature for 10!" *MICKY*: "No, no, no!! Actually, he's just a little infant. Yes, I have to help him with his reading. Every morning before he goes to school, I read to him! Come on!" PETER: "Well, I'm shaving!!!"
DAVY: "Hey, Pop! How many of these did you make?" POP HARPER: "Just one." DAVY: "Where did this one come from? I just threw one out the door!" MICKY: "Hey, I threw one out too!"
GUGGINS: "Hey it comes back!! I think they may have something there!!" DAGGET: "And I say they don't!!" GUGGINS: "And I say they may have something there!!" MIKE: "There you go, Mr. Guggins! You could sell a million of these, and they you get a million happy kids!!" DAGGET: "Pshaw!! Happiness!"
MICKY: "What's with the machine?" MIKE: "Oh, Mr. Guggins gave it to us to help straighten out our careers!" PETER: "What's to straighten out? We're musicians!!!"
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