Written by Brad Copeland.
Buster: (Coming out of the restroom.) Sorry, guys.
Michael: Uh, Lindsay. Hello. The phone?
Lindsay: Well, you said staff.
Michael: The zoning committee feels that we’re trying to squeeze too many units onto a lot this size, and obviously we need to if we want to make a profit, so how do we fit these units on there?
Lindsay: Are these florescent lights bothering anybody else besides me?
Michael: That’s not what I want to deal with today.
Lindsay: Well, you and I have different management styles. I believe work should be fun and you try to crush people’s spirits. What’s next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose?
Michael: Can you go to your desk, please? Be like Buster. He’s been in the copy room. I haven’t seen him all day.
Narrator: In fact, Buster had grown anxious in the confined space of the copy room.
Woman #1: Bob?
Man #1: Bob?
Man #2: Bob!
Voices: (Echoing.) Bob? Bob? Bob? Bob?
Buster: I need a different job. I’m having real trouble in a confined, indoor space. Hey, coworker.
Michael: How do you feel about working outdoors?
Buster: Uh... What else do you have?
Narrator: At the banana stand, George Michael was also working.
Maeby: I thought your dad worked last weekend.
George Michael: No, last week he had to finish planning the new subdivision.
Maeby: Oh. So did he finish it?
George Michael: No. Hey, are you trying to make me feel bad.
Maeby: Yeah, I guess. Sorry, I’m just bored.
George Michael: That’s okay.
Maeby: I guess he just likes work more than he likes you.
Narrator: Tobias went to prison in preparation for his own work.
Tobias: I have a letter of introduction here from Carl Weathers.
Narrator: Fortunately, the new warden was an appreciator of the arts.
Warden Gentiles: It would be an honor to have you research in this institution.
Tobias: (Quietly.) Oh, thank you.
Warden Gentiles: And, if I may, I have this script I’d love to get to Carl.
The warden hands Tobias a script, titled “New Warden”, “by Stefan Gentiles,” “copyright 2004 by Stefan Gentiles.”
Tobias: O... kay.
Warden Gentiles: The warden could easily be black.
Tobias: Oh, yeah.
Warden Gentiles: Okay.
Warden Gentiles: Let’s see, now. 187 won’t be free till Tuesday... at midnight. And I can’t put you into 212 because there’s already another actor researching a role in there. (Quietly.) Steve Buscemi.
Tobias: Oh. Rea... Well, I-I would like to bunk with my father-in-law.
Warden Gentiles: Okay. Let’s get you... into wardrobe.
