Marshall: [v.o.] Then you get in the trenches side by side with your buddies. And you feel a sense of camaraderie. But before too long...
[Marshall's superior enters his office:]
Arthur: Hey, Marshall.
Marshall: ...the shells start to fall. Hello, Arthur.
[present:]
Marshall: Arthur Hobbes is one of the senior partners at my firm, and he's... He's my boss. He seems like a nice guy, but he's got a nickname, Artillery Arthur.
[flashback:]
Arthur: How's your morning going?
Marshall: It's going fine. How is yours?
Arthur: Not too bad, not too bad. Hey, is Ferguson in yet?
Marshall: He is, he's in... Just in his office next door.
Arthur: That's great. Have a good one, buddy.
Marshall: You, too.
[Arthur leaves Marshall's office]
Marshall: [v.o.] You never know who's gonna get hit...
Arthur: [o.s.] Hey, Ferguson! I read your report, and it's complete crap! No, you know what? That's an insult to crap. If crap could eat and then crap stuff out, it's that! Your report is the crap that crap craps! If you last two more days here, I'll be shocked! Shocked!
[There's a loud thud, Marshall's wall shakes and a hanging photograph falls down]