Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The sweat of my brow, the grace of God and a few hundred miles of my homemade duct tape.
- I can be downtown-- - No, I need you to pull the tape...
Bill, Lisa and I have struggled with this job for some time.
How about you, Joe? I'm fine.
"I'm pretty happy with my current position" during World War II?
All right, fine. I'll leave you to your pirate nerd radio.
Bill, please.
was a smashing success.
Do you wanna flip for it? I don't really think...
Look, Mr. James, all they want is a bigger stake in the profit-sharing program.
You know, the strikes-- The damn thing, it's just making me nuts here.
Piano in the break room? No.
Bill. Please don't apologize.
This place is falling apart around me. I can feel it.
- Well, Bill? - I'll admit I did feel a little overwhelmed.
Bill, no offense, but generally,
I'm obviously thinking on a higher plane than you guys.
Matthew, what are you doing?
- You giving in? - No. I'm just curious.
- Mm-hmm. - I do some of my best thinking while I'm on the piano.
I think you should just read 'em yourself.