Frank Whaley credited as playing...
Guy
- Buddy: What I am concerned with is detail. I asked you go get me a packet of Sweet-N-Low. You bring me back Equal. That isn't what I asked for. That isn't what I wanted. That isn't what I needed and that shit isn't going to work around here.
- Guy: I, I just thought...
- Buddy: You thought. Do me a fucking favor. Shut up, listen, and learn. Look, I know that this is your first day and you don't really know how things work around here, so I will tell you. You have no brain. No judgement calls are necessary. What you think means nothing. What you feel means nothing. You are here for me. You are here to protect my interests and to serve my needs. So, while it may look like a little thing to you, when I ask for a packet of Sweet-N-Low, that's what I want. And it's your responsibility to see that I get what I want.
- [Buddy has just chewed Guy out for giving him a packet of Equal when he asked for Sweet 'N' Low]
- Guy: Fuck! Fuck! That's it, I'm screwed. It's over.
- Rex: Ah, relax. He always does that. That's his thing. Tomorrow, he'll ask you for an Equal. You can't win. It's a lose-lose situation. The trick is to have everything ready.
- Buddy: Get me packed up, I gotta get to services.
- Guy: What services? Who died?
- Buddy: No one... yet. It's Yom Kippur, you idiot.
- Guy: Oh, I didn't realize Ackerman was a Jewish name.
- Buddy: It's Jewish enough, especially when the big players are involved. Besides, I have a sudden need to atone for my sins.
- [chuckles]
- Guy: Paper cuts. Now, they can be a bitch. Occupational hazard. I guess. But I bet its been awhile since you've had one. Me? I'm just starting to get used to them. Stings, doesn't it? Like I said, you'll get used to them. Now, the ones I could never handle. Say ah. Come on. You're only going to make it harder on yourself. Check out, the shitty mint flavor on these! The worst part is, when you get a paper cut... on your tongue.