Francis: Hi. I'm Francis. Mr. Price said I should see you. [Lavernia is silent] Oh! I can't believe how cold it is up here! Course it is Alaska, but still... you'd think they could dome the place, or put tunnels in between the buildings. So, you must know my buddy Eric... Hansen. He's the one who set me up with logging job. [sighs] Do you give out the axes? 'cause I'm a lefty if that makes any difference? [Lavernia holds up a broom] What's that?
Lavernia: It's a broom, genius. Now, grab an apron, sweep out my pantry, and quit starin' at my bosom!
Francis: No, you don't understand. Um, I came here to work as a logger.
Lavernia: Let me tell you a little something about loggers. They're filthy, drunken, low-life swine, and you are their slave. You will feed them, do their laundry and clean out their privys. You don't steal, you don't back talk, and you don't socialize with the Eskimos.
Francis: Okay?
Lavernia: What'd I say about back-talk?
Francis: Eric?
Eric: Francis?!
Francis: What's goin' on? I thought you said
Eric: [sobs loudly]
Lavernia: [o.s.] I don't hear sweepin'!