Beverly: Mr. Whitby! We had a contract!
Mr. Whitby: Mrs. Goldberg, I was expecting you. I see you've discovered that your book is gently discounted.
Beverly: Our contract clearly stated that you would print 10,000 copies.
Mr. Whitby: You must have missed the addendum which states that I can limit the publishing run any time I want. And I want now.
Beverly: I don't remember any addendum. [Mr. Whitby holds up a contract] How did you have that right there?
Mr. Whitby: It's the standard Whitby and Sons contract. I use it with all my authors. Except for Mario Puzo. Let's just say that guy writes what he knows.
Beverly: There's no way I would have signed this. I'm suing. And unfortunately for you, I just found out that my daughter is going to be an attorney-at-law.
Mr. Whitby: Hmm. Well, I just found out that my son is gonna be recovering-at-rehab.
Beverly: I'll see you in court.
Mr. Whitby: Technically, any contract dispute would be settled in arbitration.
Beverly: I'll see you in arbitration. Damn it, that doesn't sound as scary.
Mr. Whitby: But it is. I've been in several, with my wives, my children, and my children's wives, and my wives' new wives. I bring people together.