Mr. Ehlert: I'm about done being Mr. Nice Guy. The month's almost over and sales are... What in the name of good God Almighty is that?
Bob: It's a houseplant.
Mr. Ehlert: A houseplant? This is not your house. How many times have I told you? No bringing personal items into work.
[As Mr. Ehlert lectures his staff, Brick walks into the dealership in his pajamas.]
Mr. Ehlert: The only thing any of you need to be worrying about taking care of is me. You don't need a houseplant stealing your focus... from what you should be working on, selling cars.
[Brick grabs a donut from the counter behind Mr. Ehlert]
Bob: I'm sorry, sir. I'm not thinking clearly. I gave blood this morning.
Mr. Ehlert: Well, don't do it again.
Bob: It was very selfish of me, sir.
[Brick grabs a newspaper from the table]
Mr. Ehlert: Did they give you a cookie? [Bob hands his cookie to Mr. Ehlert] Thanks.
[Brick walks out of the dealership with a donut and a newspaper]