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| Boss...I have something to tell you... | |
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| Look, Flonase, if it's about my feet, forget it. Your wife warned me over the phone. | |
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| Then, could I at least...have a pair of your shoes? | |
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| Oh, for Pete's sake, yes--if it'll get your mind back on the Peterson account. | |
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| Oh, Edna, my dear...let's make mad, passionate love like two sex-crazed gypsies. | |
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| All right, Ed--but I am NOT going to spend the rest of our sex life wearing these fucking FLORSHEIM SHOES! | |
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