Stressed Eric, Season 1

P.P.:
It's never your fault, is it, Eric? It's always batty cleaners, or exploding cases. What next? Golden eagles swooping out of the sun and carrying off the quarterly figures for the Midlands?

Eric Feeble:
Mm. Mm-mm. Mm. Yes. I- I know I must seem a little accident-prone....

P.P:
This company's been good to you, Eric. We've stuck by you through all your various stress-related wotsits. We moved you out of sales when you got that rash on your neck; no one was ever gonna sell anything looking like that. But did we chuck you out on the street? Did we ARSEBURGERS! We moved you along to personnel, then your back went; no one could do interviews hanging upside-down on orthopaedic wall bars. But did we kick you out on your ear? Did we DOUBLE ARSEBURGERS! Well, I'm telling you straight, Eric, we've no more options for you now. Data is it. We can't move you sideways again, you'd be in the gentlemen's lavatory!