Philip: So, is Mr. Whitworth ready to see us yet?
Gladys: Well, he's still in there talking to his homey, so you'll just have to chill.
Henry Furth: All right. We can't afford to lose Whitworth's account. We need a game plan.
Philip: I thought we had agreed on groveling.
Henry Furth: Yes, but we need to straighten out the order in which we grovel. I'll go first. Since my father founded the law firm, I can make an emotional plea. And, Philip, you can remind him of all our dedicated service to his company.
Peter: What do I say?
Henry Furth: Nothing. You're only here because his lucky number is three.
Peter: Of course.