Dick: Who the hell are you? I'll take this chair, if you don't mind. [dumps the executive out of the chair] So, where were we?
Tommy: Cost cutting.
Dick: That's right. I've gone over the numbers a million times, and I still don't see how you can justify spending that much money for a table this long. Feedback?
Executive: Yeah. Who are you?
Dick: Who are you?
Executive: Bob Gander.
Dick: Hi, Bob. You're fired. As a matter of fact, you're all fired.
President: Now just a second. You can't fire me. I'm John Eversoll, president of this company, and just who do you think you are?
Dick: I am the noble stockholder. It is I who paid for your desk. It is I who bought this office building. And without my investment dollars, you would have nothing. Am I your boss? No. I am your god!