Yes, sir!!

Betty Casey:

Why? Mr. J.B. Baxter:
I'm no genius. I didn't hang on to my father's money by backing my own judgment, you know. I make mistakes every day. Sometimes, several times a day. I have a whole warehouse *full* of mistakes. I should say it *would* make a difference. You see, I think your ideas are good, because they sound good to me. But I know your ideas are good, because you won this contest over millions of aspirants. Jimmy MacDonald:
Yes, but you see, Mr. Baxter... Mr. J.B. Baxter:
It's what you might call commercial insurance. As when a horse wins the Derby, you back him for the Preakness. Jimmy MacDonald:
[defeated]
Well, I didn't win it. Mr. J.B. Baxter:
The Preakness? Jimmy MacDonald:
The contest. It didn't win anything. It was a joke. Mr. J.B. Baxter:
[shouts]
A joke? Jimmy MacDonald:
That's what they meant it to be, anyway. Mr. J.B. Baxter:
[shouts]
Who did? Jimmy MacDonald:
Some of the fellas. Oh, they didn't mean any harm. They just wanted to see how I'd look when I got the news. Mr. J.B. Baxter:
Well you tell me their names and we'll see how they look when I give them some news. Jimmy MacDonald:
I wouldn't care to do that, Mr. Baxter. I... oh, it doesn't matter. Mr. J.B. Baxter:
What do you mean, it doesn't matter? After I spend a whole afternoon, listening to a lot of... baloney, entirely predicated on the winning of this contest! And giving you this office! Jimmy MacDonald:
But how 'bout "It's *bread* in the *bean*."? The *blueblood* coffee."? Mr. J.B. Baxter:
Well, I don't know what about it! We'll find that out! They'll be plenty of time for that. But I won't be made a fool of, you understand. I can't go around giving out private offices and private secretaries on the strength of a prank that, personally, I consider far from funny. Jimmy MacDonald:
Yes, sir. Mr. J.B. Baxter:
[shouts]
Yes, sir!!