Tiny Tank1999

The Director:
You know Tiny, I like to tell you what it's been a pleasure working with you.

Tiny Tank:
You would?

The Director:
I like to, but that would be a lie, wouldn't it.

Tiny Tank:
It would?

The Director:
You're not a pleasure to work with.

Tiny Tank:
I'm not?

The Director:
No, you're a pain.

Tiny Tank:
Gee, and I thought I was cute.

The Director:
You're suppose to be cute, but are you?

Tiny Tank:
Uh, no.

The Director:
No, you're a pill.

Tiny Tank:
Ah! A pain and a pill.

The Director:
You have a bad attitude. I'm not being paid enough to deal with your, unprofessional behavior. You're disruptive, lazy, irresponsible, stubborn, crude, crass, unhelpful, rude...

Tiny Tank:
Lazy?

The Director:
I'm not finished. Destructive, depressing, nasty, self-indulgence, uh...

Tiny Tank:
[about to get frustrated] Okay, that's enough now.

The Director:
Uncooperative, insolent, flippant, combative, anit-social, excitable...

Tiny Tank:
[getting mad] Excitable? Do I ask for this? No, I'm suppose to be cute. I'm suppose to be dangerous. What am I, a yellow-metal freak with a smiley face and lethal weapons, and I've had it up to here, you hear me? Up to here!

[Tiny starts firing blanks at the director]

The Director:
Tiny?

[Tiny continues firing the blanks and eventually stops firing]

The Director:
Uh, Fred? Thanks for remembering the blanks.

Fred:
Don't mention it.