(WHISPERING) Wesley.

Hey.

What's up with you?

What do you mean?

You're... You're here early.

Is... You seem a little pepped up.

You all right? Well, yeah.

Yeah.

I guess I feel

kind of different.

Whatever. I'm gonna go get some Post-it Notes. Do you want one?

No. Really?

Yeah. Okay.

Jesus H. fucking Popsicle, I still don't have my billing reports,

but you've got time to sit here and Google your ass off.

Well, I know one thing.

You've got your review coming up next week,

and I can't wait to start checking me off some big fucking boxes.

(HEART BEATING) Attitude, poor! Performance, poor!

Management skills, poor!

(SCOFFS) Works well with others. That's a fucking joke.

(HEART BEATING FASTER)

What is this bullshit? Who's this prick?

Some loser gets his head blown off at the Metropolitan...

Shut the fuck up!

She has one single iota of tenuous power.

She thinks she can push everyone around.

You don't need this.

(SOFTLY) I understand.

Junior high must have been kind of tough,

but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice.

I know we laugh at you, Janice.

We all know you keep your stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk.

But I want you to know

if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you.

I do feel sorry for you.

But as it stands, the way you behave,

I feel I can speak for the entire office

when I tell you

go fuck yourself.

(WHIMPERS)

Yeah. That was great, bro. Who's the man?

I'm the man.