Robert Benham: As spokesman for some of the younger turks, I'm supposed to invite you to lunch, in celebration of your approaching greatness. Graham Marshall: Oh Christ, today? Robert Benham: Come on, executive bonding! Raucous, unfunny jokes. And we'll kiss your ass in the hopes you'll mistake it for affection. Graham Marshall: How degrading for you. I'll be there. What time? Robert Benham: Twelve thirty. Bring your ass!

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A "Hello, Dolly!"

B "Papa, can you hear me?"

C "Hi, I am here!"

D "Hello gorgeous!"