Billy: Thanks for the beer, Mr. Peterson. I sure have had a good time today. You sure we won't get in any trouble?
Norm: Oh, no. It's just great to get away from that old sweat shop anyway, isn't it?
Billy: Are you kidding? I love my job. The five months I've had it have been the best of my life.
Norm: Isn't that exaggerating just a little bit, Billy?
Billy: Not at all. Mr. Peterson, ever since I can remember I've dreamed of being an accountant. From the age of six I did odd jobs so I could put myself through college. Now that I have it, I feel like I've got the world at my feet. I just put a down payment on a house. Maybe it was a little more than we wanted to spend, but escrow closed today so there's no turning back now. Besides, with my wife pregnant, we're going to need the room.
Norm: Your- Your- Well, you know, my wife and I are trying to have a baby, actually.
Billy: Hey, that's great! Our kids are going to play together at the company picnic.
Norm: I don't think so, Billy. [sobs]
Billy: Why not?
Norm: Because you're fired.
Billy: I'm fired?
Norm: It's not your fault. You're history, Billy. [sniffles] It's the damn company. They're cutting back all over the place. You're a good accountant. I'm so sorry. I can't believe it. It's not fair! You're so damn young.
Billy: That's right. I am young. I've got that going for me. I'll start over. I'll find something else.
Norm: Oh, in this job market? Good luck.
Billy: There, there, Mr. Peterson. Don't you worry about me. I'll be just fine. I'm going to make you happy and proud again. Are you going to be OK? [Norm reluctantly nods] Come on, show me a big smile. Come on. Come on. Attaboy.