Mrs. Sokol: Just sign here please.
George: I know who it was, too. It was the guy who interviewed me. He was very threatened by me. I mean, why else wouldn't he hire me? I could sell latex like that [snaps fingers].
Mrs. Sokol: Sign that.
George: [sees photo] Who is this?
Mrs. Sokol: It's my daughter.
George: This is your daughter? My God! My God! I I hope you don't mind my saying. She is breathtaking.
Mrs. Sokol: You think so?
George: Ah, would you take this picture away from me. Just take it away and put it away. Let me just sign this and go.
Mrs. Sokol: You know, she doesn't even have a boyfriend.
George: Okay. Okay. Who do you think you're talking to? What are you- Are you trying to make a joke, because it's not funny. I can tell you that.
Mrs. Sokol: I'm serious. She doesn't.
George: You know, it's one think to not give me the extension, but to tease and to torture me like this. There's no call for that.
Mrs. Sokol: Would you like her phone number?
George: Mrs. Sokol, I, I don't know what to say. I, uh... Where should I sign this thing?
Mrs. Sokol: No, no, no. Don't worry about it.