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Ammer : No, Linda, I
think Stacy gets the most-beautiful-feet award.
Michael : You wanted
to see me?
Ammer : Michael.
Look, I'm heading out to the Hamptons in a couple of
minutes. I'm counting on you. This hotel project?
It's a big fish.
You reel it in
for me and it's "Howdy,
partner."
Michael : Okay. Thank
you.
Ammer :
Screw it up,
though, and it's "Back to the mailroom, atrium boy."
Woman : Mr. Ammer,
Denise just called. She's gotta go to rehab again,
so she can't make it to the Hamptons.
Ammer : I'm gonna be
alone on the Fourth of July?
Michael : Mr. Ammer,
if you need female companionship this weekend, my
wife's friend Janine, wow.
Ammer : Really?
What's she like?
Michael : Let's just
say she will eat you up, sir.
Alice : Excuse me.
I'm sorry to interrupt, but this is kind of
important.
Michael : Okay. Go to
the bathroom.
Alice : Okay.
O'Doyle : Dude!
You suck so bad.
Ben : Do not. Hey,
Dad.
Michael : How’re you
doing, buddy? Playing some catch?
O'Doyle : Actually,
we're playing some drop, because Ben hasn't caught
one yet.
Ben : Darn it.
Michael : You're a
regular Derek Jeter yourself, O'Doyle? Love you,
kid.
Ben : Love you too,
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