Better Off Ted (2009) s02e08 Episode Script
The Impertence of Communicationizing
Comunication.
It's the word to any successful relationship.
It's true between people, and between the company and theirs employess.
Debie.
Relax.
Breath.
Turn.
Hello.
I want comunicate to you and idea had bought - The meals-ready-to-eat project.
- I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
What's your fault? I'm not prepared to have a meeting right now.
Oh, no.
We're not having a meeting.
We're just I'm not prepared, I wish I was.
because when I'm not prepared, I get nervous and repeat.
Repeat.
Why don't I just jot my idea down and send it to you? that would be fantastic.
Fantastic.
She gets a little nervous around me.
Luckily talk with Debie isn't only way to We communicate around here.
There's also the memo.
memo 314 employees must not use offensive or insulting language in the workplace.
"Employees must now use offensive or insulting language in the workplace"? This has to be a mistake.
Why would the company want us to swear at each other? Well, maybe they're trying to make the people at work seem more like a real family, butt-munch.
Yeah, this is gonna be good.
Like everything the company does to us, is got to save money, maybe when someone's called a "lazy sack of crap," they work harder so they can just be a "sack of crap.
" Oh, this is gonna be a problem.
People here follow memos.
That memo came out saying people have to follow memos.
This one is gonna cause potty-mouth chaos.
Oop, Ted's gearing up for a burst of middle-management leadership.
Out goes the chest, up goes the chin I am going to go get this fixed.
And away.
This whole memo thing Is bringing up this strange sensation.
It's like my feelings are itchy.
Oh.
Sounds like something human is trying - to fight its way out of you.
- Yes, I think it's an emotion like joy or spicy food.
Technically, spicy food isn't a So what is it about the memo that brings all this up? well, it reminds me of another memo five years ago, when I was promoted to this job.
I was up against this man Walter who had the same last name as I do, although we pronounce it differently.
There's another way to pronounce "Palmer"? In his family, the "p" is silent.
I think they're dutch.
Sounds like their stupid handiwork, with their cheeses and their giant propeller buildings.
So Walter "almer"? I know.
Those people are unbelievable.
Anyway, they announced the promotion in a memo, Congratulating V.
Palmer only then, it went on to wish him well.
I put through the paperwork, but I've never known whether that job was really meant for me or Walter.
Maybe that itchy feeling you have is guilt.
Guilt is a powerful emotion.
Every Thanksgiving, it makes me take three planes just so i can visit my racist aunt cookie.
So this is guilt, huh? In the past, I've always just counteracted this feeling with other emotions, like sugar or drunk.
You should talk Walter.
Maybe find some way to help him.
Guilt it is a terrible thing to carry around.
Well, I do hate this feeling.
- I hate it like I hate - don't tell me.
The dutch? I don't hate the dutch.
I love the dutch.
That's why I hold them to a higher standard.
I don't know where this memo came from but it's obviously a mistake, so I was hoping human resources - could put out a correction.
- We'll look into the matter.
Really? No.
The company doesn't make mistakes like this, mr.
Crisp.
What about that memo announcing "casual fribsday"? The company said that wasn't a mistake.
They explained that the ancient mayans prophesized fribsday the first ever end day of week, which will occur in 2024, and the company believes should be celebrated casually.
I'm going to wear a denim pantsuit.
And when they urged all employees to "carpoop"? That was not mandatory.
Thank God.
Although, we did find out what people will do to park slightly closer to the building.
So you're not gonna help me with this? Sorry.
I like the memo.
All day long, I have to listen to people like you complain.
Now I can finally tell 'em what I think, - you white-toothed Ken doll.
- You know, having white teeth and looking like a handsome doll is not exactly' - turd-hat.
- Very enough.
The company wasn't going to retract the memo telling employees to be rude and abusive, and that meant things we are going to get very confusing for Phil in lab, who unfortunately never read their memos.
And so this new line of meals-ready-to-eat gives the soldier in the field a portable meal with all the home-cooked flavor of something mom used to chemically dehydrate and vacuum pack.
I was looking at the ingredients and I was wondering if there's enough protein content, you boob.
Excuse me? I was wondering about the protein content.
- But then you said - You boob.
There is.
I suppose we could add more protein to the thing we call "beige block three," or "stroganoff.
" It's got plenty of protein, you big-eyed stick insect.
The problem is the vegetables.
Okay, fellas, let's just try to keep it under control here.
Don't listen to these bucktoothed hillbillies.
Taste is the real problem.
It's a battlefield, not a four-star restaurant, back-alley crab muffin.
Okay, I gotta ask What's going on? Because this meeting is a lot saucier than the one yesterday.
Looks like somebody didn't get the memo.
He asks a simple question and you give him sarcasm for the eighties? Here.
Oh, it's an actual memo.
They want us to insult each other sir? That wasn't a good one.
But in my meetings, that's not going to happen.
But the memo said we had to.
Well, we're not doing it in here, pudberger.
What? That's his last name.
So Veronica went down to the basement hoping she'd feel better if she talked to Walter Palmer.
Hello, Walter.
I don't believe it.
Veronica Palmer.
I'm sorry, Palmer.
I never could get used to the way you pronounce it.
Here, I brought you a cake and a jar of herring.
Maybe you can wait until I leave before you smear the cake with it.
I'm not dutch.
Uh, and the dutch don't smear herring on half the things you say they do.
But thanks for the cake.
Is it my birthday? I sort of lose track of time down here.
No, I just want to say I've always felt bad that we had to compete for the same job.
Please.
I'm the one who feels bad.
I've always hated how I acted in the bull pen after losing that promotion.
It was not a good impression of you, and I'm sorry I stretched out your shoes.
Don't worry.
They were the cheap footwear of my former life.
can I buy you something to cheer this place up? Maybe a lava lamp or a freezer of steaks.
I'm the one who feels guilty about the way I handled your promotion.
Let me make it up to you take you out for a drink or something.
Ew.
Are very thoughtful, but I can't.
Oh, I get it.
You're still mad at me.
I'm such a jerk.
And I deserve to carry this guilt around back and forth in this tiny basement.
Okay, I'll have a drink with you.
Any chance you have a bottle down here, and we can just knock it out right now? That meeting was chaos.
I hate all the name-calling.
And it's nott because my mama is fat and does sit around the house.
I kind of like it.
It makes people freer like they can say whatever's on their mind.
Even Debbie spoke up today, and she never talks in meetings.
Well, we're not doing it in here, pudberger.
What? That's his last name.
All right, let's just try to regroup.
Wait! You pretty-boy suit rack.
What this m.
r.
e.
Needs is ethiopian stew.
It's hearty, nutritious and simple, like all of you bastards.
Debbie's never opened her mouth before, - and it was a good suggestion.
- It was a good idea.
But then mark called her a Tory-loving royalist, and everything fell apart again.
You ju don't like this because you always have to be in control.
You're a control freak that's what you are.
I don't always have to be in control although, it is my exact job description.
You're tall, you're handsome, you got the power tie, the power suit.
People think you're intimidating, Ted, and you like that because it means - you get everything you want.
- Okay, first of all, my appearance is not my fault.
God made me this way, and then he told me where to shop for suits.
Ted, a little caos can be a good thing.
My grandpa met my grandma when a Tornado blew her into his barn.
He pulled the rake out of her chest and proposed on the spot.
We really should have been reading these memos.
Damn! We didn't have to work on Thanksgiving? And look! Like I suspected, we were supposed to be wearing lead aprons when we were working on that genital x-Ray project.
Here it is.
"Employees must now use offensive or insulting language in the workplace.
" I can play this game.
I wrote that humorous column in my college newspaper "Lem's snappy answers to theoretical physics questions.
" Pow! You've been Lem-basted.
I'm terrible at insults.
As a child, I was beaten up constantly.
The best comeback i ever came up with was, "you're right.
I'll work on that.
" I can help you, you sad jar of hobo urine.
Pow! I've been Lem-basted.
Hey, who is that relaxed and approachable guy? Is that Ted? Why, yes, it is.
You look like you're on your way to mix cocktails at a swim-up bar.
Well, i-I was thinking about what you said about how I might seem a little controlling and intimidating.
So I tell you to take a look at the way you approach life, and you put different clothes on? What a dill weed.
And that's not a company-mandated insult.
That one came from the heart.
Well, come on.
The clothes are symbolic the first step in saying that I'm willing to try to make a change.
Actually, I was hoping the clothes would cover it.
I had the worst night last night.
Didn't you get the memo? Casual fribsday is not until 2024.
I'm trying to be less intimidating.
Apparently, my wow.
That's the fastest I've ever lost interest in something.
I went out with Walter Palmer last night because of you.
Me? What did I do? You started questioning memos, which brought up all this itchy guilt, so I agreed to have drinks with the guy.
He told me, after he lost the promotion, his wife left.
I felt even more guilty, so i let him take me out to dinner, where I learned he also lost his house.
Then I find out he's living in his parents' basement, which is so damp, his dog got arthritis, fell down the stairs and now has to be carried around like a suitcase.
- So I let him kiss me.
- Oh, my God! But then I still felt guilty, so I let him feel me up.
- Oh, my - yeah.
I'm thinking i might need new breasts.
These are covered in sadness.
Wow.
This is like the most depressing "penthouse" letter ever.
I kept waiting for the guilt to lift, but it never did.
What am I gonna do? Maybe I'll buy him a boat.
Guys like boats, right? Hey, Veronica.
I had a great time last night.
I was wondering if maybe i could take you to dinner later for a little Walter and Veronica, version 2.
0.
how would you like a boat? something you could just get in and go Really shove off Just get out of here.
Well, I couldn't take a gift like that from you.
I'd feel too guilty.
Yeah, guilt.
What a horrible thing.
See you at 8:00.
Oh, and this time, please don't say, "thank you for kissing with me.
" can you press "10" for me, you rat-face nazi? Your breasts should be on display at the swiss museum of miniatures.
You said 10, right? Before we start, I realize some people may think I'm controlling and a little intimidating.
But I want you to know, all ideas are welcome.
Really.
I want to hear from everyone.
could you repeat that in English? I don't speak wuss-ass.
We're not doing that in here, Phil.
I'm so very sorry.
You won't hear another word out of me.
So not being controlling lasted for about one second? I'm sorry.
The naggity-nag-nag bitchy-bitch is right.
Anything anyone wants to say is fine by me.
You heard the corporate chimp.
Start making suggestions for meals-ready-to-eat before his head goes back up his butt.
I like fresh tomatoes, right off the vine.
Oh, come on, mark, use your head.
How are we gonna get fresh open forum, chim chim.
Just let the ideas flow.
I'm sorry, mark.
I'm writing it down.
Sometimes when I'm lonely, I like to watch myself eat.
Why don't we put a mirror in there? You like to watch yourself eat? I'm writing it down.
I like to have some wine with dinner.
They're soldiers! Writing it down.
I need your help, slut.
What's the problem, tight-ass? Easy, Linda.
It's a memo, not a magic shield.
I need to make a man run screaming from my life.
I'm happy you came to me for advice, but sad this is my area of expertise.
I went out again with Walter.
Now if I blow him off, he'll think that i hurt him five years ago, then looked him up and got him to fall in love with me so I could hurt him again.
Plus, I backed over his foot when I was leaving, which, according to our relationship math, means tonight's the night.
Well, in my experience, scaring a man away is pretty easy.
Basically, you're gonna want to put three words into heavy rotation future, babies, commitment.
Back off! I need my space.
Wow, those words are powerful.
What are you ciphering there, jethro? I've really enjoyed repeating the put-downs you've been feeding me, but I want to do it on my own.
Give a man an insult, he can hurt people for a day.
Teach a man to insult, he can hurt people who tease him because he never learned to fish.
Anyway, I've devised a formula.
Look at that.
You had a problem in your life and who stepped up to help you? Math.
She has always been there for you, hasn't she, Phil? If she ever took physical form, I'd leave my wife and marry her.
Stand in line, my friend.
Anyway, it's really quite simple.
You take a person's most marked physical feature, compare it to genitalia male, female or animal and end with the suffix "-bag," "-wipe" or "-muncher.
" You could also add an optional reference to excretion from any of the glorious openings offered by the human body.
Should we take her for a spin? Excuse me, Roger? Your head looks like lizard butt flap, you snot wipe.
Walter.
Hey it looks like somebody can't get enough of me.
You're right.
I can't.
In fact, we need to talk about us and the future of our babies and how they'll be committed.
Wow, that's a lot to take in.
Okay.
I need this relationship to have a future because I need babies.
That's right big, screaming babies shooting out of my uterus, just stacking up like cordwood.
Really? Yes, sir.
That's all I ever think about the future, babies and commitment.
Future, babies, commitment.
Future, babies, commitment.
Commitment, commitment, commitment, commitment whoa, slow down! This is happening a little fast.
Okay! I'll do it! - Babies, babies, babies, babies - yes! As many as you want! My parents always say that since my wife left, I've been too cautious about relationships, but damn it! This is the one.
I know it is.
Let's light this candle and blast off into a calm, settled, monogamous relationship.
Oh, my.
Look at me.
I'm so happy, I can't feel my legs.
so I took everyone's ideas for the meals-ready-to-eat project, and here it is.
The specs called for a soldier to carry three of these in his backpack.
Now we have to design a 14-foot soldier.
Good news, Ted.
I cured Walter of his fear of commitment.
He wants to get portraits painted of the two of us with his suitcase dog, all wearing turtlenecks.
I've got a box lunch the size of a handball court.
Now I gotta go find Phil and Lem and straighten out this m.
r.
e.
Disaster.
Don't "boo-hoo" me.
Did that m.
r.
e.
Touch your boobies, Ted? Then shut the hell up.
What I didn't know was Phil and Lem weren't in the lab.
They were having an entirely different adventure test-driving their new insult-generating formula.
Your eyes look like two beady rabbit pellets on the face of a monkey-licking pus-bomb.
- You've just been Phil-abusted.
- Nice! That's it fill up your canker-blossomed hole, you ale-soused apple-John.
That was the elizabethan model.
Ye have been served.
nice man-boobs, for a panty-snatching steroid muncher.
What's the matter? Didn't you get the memo? no, Phil, he didn't.
He delivers the water.
He doesn't work here.
thank God that finally broke.
Hey, Ted.
I may go home early today and never come back.
you can't go home.
I need you guys.
And that's it the insulting language stuff has got to end, you douche-nozzles.
Sorry.
That was one for the road.
We just got Ted-ucated.
Look, Janet, it's crazy out there.
Two of my guys just got beaten with water.
I'm sorry.
There's nothing I can do, mr.
Crisp.
I don't like that memo anymore either.
Way too many people are having fun with my name.
I'm surprised it took this memo to get that train out of the station.
Look, I've had several complaints, but the company is not going to admit it made a mistake.
What if it didn't have to admit it made a mistake? What if it could just say that it it's making a-a new policy, based on a groundswell of employee opinion? Look at that pretty little head of yours, working up ideas.
I'm a fan.
Well, I like you, too, Janet.
So we gonna do this? What are we talking about, exactly? End this policy.
Oh, that.
Well, if we call it a groundswell, I think the company would go for it.
That way, it gets to pat itself on the back for listening and being a great communicationer.
You mean "communicator.
" That's not what it says in the handbook.
Hey, I just got this memo.
We don't get to swear at each other anymore.
It was due to a "groundsmell.
" well, the good news is, this company does not squander its best and brightest typing memos.
So is this all going in the m.
r.
e.
? Yeah.
It now stands for "meal really enormous.
" This is what happens when you take everyone's suggestions.
Well, why did you do that? Because someone I care about thought I was controlling.
You care that much what I think about you? You are taing about me, right? Yes.
So is any of this stuff usable? Yeah.
Debbie's ethiopian stew is pretty good.
And and when it hardens, it forms an unbreakable arch support in your foot.
Oh, well, see? There you go.
All you needed was one good idea.
And you got that because you listened to everyone, which you did because you listened to me.
In case you missed it, the lesson heris listen to me.
What's this I'm hearing about ethiopian stew shoes? It's all they're talking about upstairs.
Well, speaking of exciting developments when I was in h.
r.
, I dug up this old memo about your promotion.
All the executives had to sign off on it.
Really? "I know we agreed not to let women into upper management, "but Veronica Palmer is man-smart.
"And, hello, as she breaks through the glass ceiling, we can all look up her skirt.
" Oh, my God.
That promotion was mine.
I didn't ruin Walter's life.
what is wrong with those old farts upstairs? Seriously, they wrote that in 2005.
I am off to scrape Walter off my shoe.
You may want to be more gentle I have a hickey on my belly.
And so Veronica went down to the basement and broke up with Walter.
But then she made it up to him by giving him a new aboveground office.
Wow.
Thank you.
Phil and Lem retired their insult formula and made amends with the water guy.
And I realized communication isn't just about talking.
It's about listening.
Debbie, I just wanted to say I appreciated your work on the m.
r.
e.
, and when it comes to any other toughts you may have, I'm listening.
I think we should go out, Ted.
You can do whatever you want to me.
And just because I listen doesn't mean I have to take every suggestion.
It's the word to any successful relationship.
It's true between people, and between the company and theirs employess.
Debie.
Relax.
Breath.
Turn.
Hello.
I want comunicate to you and idea had bought - The meals-ready-to-eat project.
- I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
What's your fault? I'm not prepared to have a meeting right now.
Oh, no.
We're not having a meeting.
We're just I'm not prepared, I wish I was.
because when I'm not prepared, I get nervous and repeat.
Repeat.
Why don't I just jot my idea down and send it to you? that would be fantastic.
Fantastic.
She gets a little nervous around me.
Luckily talk with Debie isn't only way to We communicate around here.
There's also the memo.
memo 314 employees must not use offensive or insulting language in the workplace.
"Employees must now use offensive or insulting language in the workplace"? This has to be a mistake.
Why would the company want us to swear at each other? Well, maybe they're trying to make the people at work seem more like a real family, butt-munch.
Yeah, this is gonna be good.
Like everything the company does to us, is got to save money, maybe when someone's called a "lazy sack of crap," they work harder so they can just be a "sack of crap.
" Oh, this is gonna be a problem.
People here follow memos.
That memo came out saying people have to follow memos.
This one is gonna cause potty-mouth chaos.
Oop, Ted's gearing up for a burst of middle-management leadership.
Out goes the chest, up goes the chin I am going to go get this fixed.
And away.
This whole memo thing Is bringing up this strange sensation.
It's like my feelings are itchy.
Oh.
Sounds like something human is trying - to fight its way out of you.
- Yes, I think it's an emotion like joy or spicy food.
Technically, spicy food isn't a So what is it about the memo that brings all this up? well, it reminds me of another memo five years ago, when I was promoted to this job.
I was up against this man Walter who had the same last name as I do, although we pronounce it differently.
There's another way to pronounce "Palmer"? In his family, the "p" is silent.
I think they're dutch.
Sounds like their stupid handiwork, with their cheeses and their giant propeller buildings.
So Walter "almer"? I know.
Those people are unbelievable.
Anyway, they announced the promotion in a memo, Congratulating V.
Palmer only then, it went on to wish him well.
I put through the paperwork, but I've never known whether that job was really meant for me or Walter.
Maybe that itchy feeling you have is guilt.
Guilt is a powerful emotion.
Every Thanksgiving, it makes me take three planes just so i can visit my racist aunt cookie.
So this is guilt, huh? In the past, I've always just counteracted this feeling with other emotions, like sugar or drunk.
You should talk Walter.
Maybe find some way to help him.
Guilt it is a terrible thing to carry around.
Well, I do hate this feeling.
- I hate it like I hate - don't tell me.
The dutch? I don't hate the dutch.
I love the dutch.
That's why I hold them to a higher standard.
I don't know where this memo came from but it's obviously a mistake, so I was hoping human resources - could put out a correction.
- We'll look into the matter.
Really? No.
The company doesn't make mistakes like this, mr.
Crisp.
What about that memo announcing "casual fribsday"? The company said that wasn't a mistake.
They explained that the ancient mayans prophesized fribsday the first ever end day of week, which will occur in 2024, and the company believes should be celebrated casually.
I'm going to wear a denim pantsuit.
And when they urged all employees to "carpoop"? That was not mandatory.
Thank God.
Although, we did find out what people will do to park slightly closer to the building.
So you're not gonna help me with this? Sorry.
I like the memo.
All day long, I have to listen to people like you complain.
Now I can finally tell 'em what I think, - you white-toothed Ken doll.
- You know, having white teeth and looking like a handsome doll is not exactly' - turd-hat.
- Very enough.
The company wasn't going to retract the memo telling employees to be rude and abusive, and that meant things we are going to get very confusing for Phil in lab, who unfortunately never read their memos.
And so this new line of meals-ready-to-eat gives the soldier in the field a portable meal with all the home-cooked flavor of something mom used to chemically dehydrate and vacuum pack.
I was looking at the ingredients and I was wondering if there's enough protein content, you boob.
Excuse me? I was wondering about the protein content.
- But then you said - You boob.
There is.
I suppose we could add more protein to the thing we call "beige block three," or "stroganoff.
" It's got plenty of protein, you big-eyed stick insect.
The problem is the vegetables.
Okay, fellas, let's just try to keep it under control here.
Don't listen to these bucktoothed hillbillies.
Taste is the real problem.
It's a battlefield, not a four-star restaurant, back-alley crab muffin.
Okay, I gotta ask What's going on? Because this meeting is a lot saucier than the one yesterday.
Looks like somebody didn't get the memo.
He asks a simple question and you give him sarcasm for the eighties? Here.
Oh, it's an actual memo.
They want us to insult each other sir? That wasn't a good one.
But in my meetings, that's not going to happen.
But the memo said we had to.
Well, we're not doing it in here, pudberger.
What? That's his last name.
So Veronica went down to the basement hoping she'd feel better if she talked to Walter Palmer.
Hello, Walter.
I don't believe it.
Veronica Palmer.
I'm sorry, Palmer.
I never could get used to the way you pronounce it.
Here, I brought you a cake and a jar of herring.
Maybe you can wait until I leave before you smear the cake with it.
I'm not dutch.
Uh, and the dutch don't smear herring on half the things you say they do.
But thanks for the cake.
Is it my birthday? I sort of lose track of time down here.
No, I just want to say I've always felt bad that we had to compete for the same job.
Please.
I'm the one who feels bad.
I've always hated how I acted in the bull pen after losing that promotion.
It was not a good impression of you, and I'm sorry I stretched out your shoes.
Don't worry.
They were the cheap footwear of my former life.
can I buy you something to cheer this place up? Maybe a lava lamp or a freezer of steaks.
I'm the one who feels guilty about the way I handled your promotion.
Let me make it up to you take you out for a drink or something.
Ew.
Are very thoughtful, but I can't.
Oh, I get it.
You're still mad at me.
I'm such a jerk.
And I deserve to carry this guilt around back and forth in this tiny basement.
Okay, I'll have a drink with you.
Any chance you have a bottle down here, and we can just knock it out right now? That meeting was chaos.
I hate all the name-calling.
And it's nott because my mama is fat and does sit around the house.
I kind of like it.
It makes people freer like they can say whatever's on their mind.
Even Debbie spoke up today, and she never talks in meetings.
Well, we're not doing it in here, pudberger.
What? That's his last name.
All right, let's just try to regroup.
Wait! You pretty-boy suit rack.
What this m.
r.
e.
Needs is ethiopian stew.
It's hearty, nutritious and simple, like all of you bastards.
Debbie's never opened her mouth before, - and it was a good suggestion.
- It was a good idea.
But then mark called her a Tory-loving royalist, and everything fell apart again.
You ju don't like this because you always have to be in control.
You're a control freak that's what you are.
I don't always have to be in control although, it is my exact job description.
You're tall, you're handsome, you got the power tie, the power suit.
People think you're intimidating, Ted, and you like that because it means - you get everything you want.
- Okay, first of all, my appearance is not my fault.
God made me this way, and then he told me where to shop for suits.
Ted, a little caos can be a good thing.
My grandpa met my grandma when a Tornado blew her into his barn.
He pulled the rake out of her chest and proposed on the spot.
We really should have been reading these memos.
Damn! We didn't have to work on Thanksgiving? And look! Like I suspected, we were supposed to be wearing lead aprons when we were working on that genital x-Ray project.
Here it is.
"Employees must now use offensive or insulting language in the workplace.
" I can play this game.
I wrote that humorous column in my college newspaper "Lem's snappy answers to theoretical physics questions.
" Pow! You've been Lem-basted.
I'm terrible at insults.
As a child, I was beaten up constantly.
The best comeback i ever came up with was, "you're right.
I'll work on that.
" I can help you, you sad jar of hobo urine.
Pow! I've been Lem-basted.
Hey, who is that relaxed and approachable guy? Is that Ted? Why, yes, it is.
You look like you're on your way to mix cocktails at a swim-up bar.
Well, i-I was thinking about what you said about how I might seem a little controlling and intimidating.
So I tell you to take a look at the way you approach life, and you put different clothes on? What a dill weed.
And that's not a company-mandated insult.
That one came from the heart.
Well, come on.
The clothes are symbolic the first step in saying that I'm willing to try to make a change.
Actually, I was hoping the clothes would cover it.
I had the worst night last night.
Didn't you get the memo? Casual fribsday is not until 2024.
I'm trying to be less intimidating.
Apparently, my wow.
That's the fastest I've ever lost interest in something.
I went out with Walter Palmer last night because of you.
Me? What did I do? You started questioning memos, which brought up all this itchy guilt, so I agreed to have drinks with the guy.
He told me, after he lost the promotion, his wife left.
I felt even more guilty, so i let him take me out to dinner, where I learned he also lost his house.
Then I find out he's living in his parents' basement, which is so damp, his dog got arthritis, fell down the stairs and now has to be carried around like a suitcase.
- So I let him kiss me.
- Oh, my God! But then I still felt guilty, so I let him feel me up.
- Oh, my - yeah.
I'm thinking i might need new breasts.
These are covered in sadness.
Wow.
This is like the most depressing "penthouse" letter ever.
I kept waiting for the guilt to lift, but it never did.
What am I gonna do? Maybe I'll buy him a boat.
Guys like boats, right? Hey, Veronica.
I had a great time last night.
I was wondering if maybe i could take you to dinner later for a little Walter and Veronica, version 2.
0.
how would you like a boat? something you could just get in and go Really shove off Just get out of here.
Well, I couldn't take a gift like that from you.
I'd feel too guilty.
Yeah, guilt.
What a horrible thing.
See you at 8:00.
Oh, and this time, please don't say, "thank you for kissing with me.
" can you press "10" for me, you rat-face nazi? Your breasts should be on display at the swiss museum of miniatures.
You said 10, right? Before we start, I realize some people may think I'm controlling and a little intimidating.
But I want you to know, all ideas are welcome.
Really.
I want to hear from everyone.
could you repeat that in English? I don't speak wuss-ass.
We're not doing that in here, Phil.
I'm so very sorry.
You won't hear another word out of me.
So not being controlling lasted for about one second? I'm sorry.
The naggity-nag-nag bitchy-bitch is right.
Anything anyone wants to say is fine by me.
You heard the corporate chimp.
Start making suggestions for meals-ready-to-eat before his head goes back up his butt.
I like fresh tomatoes, right off the vine.
Oh, come on, mark, use your head.
How are we gonna get fresh open forum, chim chim.
Just let the ideas flow.
I'm sorry, mark.
I'm writing it down.
Sometimes when I'm lonely, I like to watch myself eat.
Why don't we put a mirror in there? You like to watch yourself eat? I'm writing it down.
I like to have some wine with dinner.
They're soldiers! Writing it down.
I need your help, slut.
What's the problem, tight-ass? Easy, Linda.
It's a memo, not a magic shield.
I need to make a man run screaming from my life.
I'm happy you came to me for advice, but sad this is my area of expertise.
I went out again with Walter.
Now if I blow him off, he'll think that i hurt him five years ago, then looked him up and got him to fall in love with me so I could hurt him again.
Plus, I backed over his foot when I was leaving, which, according to our relationship math, means tonight's the night.
Well, in my experience, scaring a man away is pretty easy.
Basically, you're gonna want to put three words into heavy rotation future, babies, commitment.
Back off! I need my space.
Wow, those words are powerful.
What are you ciphering there, jethro? I've really enjoyed repeating the put-downs you've been feeding me, but I want to do it on my own.
Give a man an insult, he can hurt people for a day.
Teach a man to insult, he can hurt people who tease him because he never learned to fish.
Anyway, I've devised a formula.
Look at that.
You had a problem in your life and who stepped up to help you? Math.
She has always been there for you, hasn't she, Phil? If she ever took physical form, I'd leave my wife and marry her.
Stand in line, my friend.
Anyway, it's really quite simple.
You take a person's most marked physical feature, compare it to genitalia male, female or animal and end with the suffix "-bag," "-wipe" or "-muncher.
" You could also add an optional reference to excretion from any of the glorious openings offered by the human body.
Should we take her for a spin? Excuse me, Roger? Your head looks like lizard butt flap, you snot wipe.
Walter.
Hey it looks like somebody can't get enough of me.
You're right.
I can't.
In fact, we need to talk about us and the future of our babies and how they'll be committed.
Wow, that's a lot to take in.
Okay.
I need this relationship to have a future because I need babies.
That's right big, screaming babies shooting out of my uterus, just stacking up like cordwood.
Really? Yes, sir.
That's all I ever think about the future, babies and commitment.
Future, babies, commitment.
Future, babies, commitment.
Commitment, commitment, commitment, commitment whoa, slow down! This is happening a little fast.
Okay! I'll do it! - Babies, babies, babies, babies - yes! As many as you want! My parents always say that since my wife left, I've been too cautious about relationships, but damn it! This is the one.
I know it is.
Let's light this candle and blast off into a calm, settled, monogamous relationship.
Oh, my.
Look at me.
I'm so happy, I can't feel my legs.
so I took everyone's ideas for the meals-ready-to-eat project, and here it is.
The specs called for a soldier to carry three of these in his backpack.
Now we have to design a 14-foot soldier.
Good news, Ted.
I cured Walter of his fear of commitment.
He wants to get portraits painted of the two of us with his suitcase dog, all wearing turtlenecks.
I've got a box lunch the size of a handball court.
Now I gotta go find Phil and Lem and straighten out this m.
r.
e.
Disaster.
Don't "boo-hoo" me.
Did that m.
r.
e.
Touch your boobies, Ted? Then shut the hell up.
What I didn't know was Phil and Lem weren't in the lab.
They were having an entirely different adventure test-driving their new insult-generating formula.
Your eyes look like two beady rabbit pellets on the face of a monkey-licking pus-bomb.
- You've just been Phil-abusted.
- Nice! That's it fill up your canker-blossomed hole, you ale-soused apple-John.
That was the elizabethan model.
Ye have been served.
nice man-boobs, for a panty-snatching steroid muncher.
What's the matter? Didn't you get the memo? no, Phil, he didn't.
He delivers the water.
He doesn't work here.
thank God that finally broke.
Hey, Ted.
I may go home early today and never come back.
you can't go home.
I need you guys.
And that's it the insulting language stuff has got to end, you douche-nozzles.
Sorry.
That was one for the road.
We just got Ted-ucated.
Look, Janet, it's crazy out there.
Two of my guys just got beaten with water.
I'm sorry.
There's nothing I can do, mr.
Crisp.
I don't like that memo anymore either.
Way too many people are having fun with my name.
I'm surprised it took this memo to get that train out of the station.
Look, I've had several complaints, but the company is not going to admit it made a mistake.
What if it didn't have to admit it made a mistake? What if it could just say that it it's making a-a new policy, based on a groundswell of employee opinion? Look at that pretty little head of yours, working up ideas.
I'm a fan.
Well, I like you, too, Janet.
So we gonna do this? What are we talking about, exactly? End this policy.
Oh, that.
Well, if we call it a groundswell, I think the company would go for it.
That way, it gets to pat itself on the back for listening and being a great communicationer.
You mean "communicator.
" That's not what it says in the handbook.
Hey, I just got this memo.
We don't get to swear at each other anymore.
It was due to a "groundsmell.
" well, the good news is, this company does not squander its best and brightest typing memos.
So is this all going in the m.
r.
e.
? Yeah.
It now stands for "meal really enormous.
" This is what happens when you take everyone's suggestions.
Well, why did you do that? Because someone I care about thought I was controlling.
You care that much what I think about you? You are taing about me, right? Yes.
So is any of this stuff usable? Yeah.
Debbie's ethiopian stew is pretty good.
And and when it hardens, it forms an unbreakable arch support in your foot.
Oh, well, see? There you go.
All you needed was one good idea.
And you got that because you listened to everyone, which you did because you listened to me.
In case you missed it, the lesson heris listen to me.
What's this I'm hearing about ethiopian stew shoes? It's all they're talking about upstairs.
Well, speaking of exciting developments when I was in h.
r.
, I dug up this old memo about your promotion.
All the executives had to sign off on it.
Really? "I know we agreed not to let women into upper management, "but Veronica Palmer is man-smart.
"And, hello, as she breaks through the glass ceiling, we can all look up her skirt.
" Oh, my God.
That promotion was mine.
I didn't ruin Walter's life.
what is wrong with those old farts upstairs? Seriously, they wrote that in 2005.
I am off to scrape Walter off my shoe.
You may want to be more gentle I have a hickey on my belly.
And so Veronica went down to the basement and broke up with Walter.
But then she made it up to him by giving him a new aboveground office.
Wow.
Thank you.
Phil and Lem retired their insult formula and made amends with the water guy.
And I realized communication isn't just about talking.
It's about listening.
Debbie, I just wanted to say I appreciated your work on the m.
r.
e.
, and when it comes to any other toughts you may have, I'm listening.
I think we should go out, Ted.
You can do whatever you want to me.
And just because I listen doesn't mean I have to take every suggestion.