Well, what do you think of him? He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard, a...

[about Mr. Allen] Miranda: Well, what do you think of him? Fletcher: He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard, a belligerent old fart, a worthless steaming pile of cow dung, figuratively speaking. [a moment passes and Mr. Allen starts laughing. The other board members follow his lead and start laughing also] Mr. Allen: That's the funniest damn thing I've ever heard. You're a real card, Reede. I love a good roast! Do Simmons! Fletcher: Simmons is old! He should've been out of the game years ago but he can't stay home because he hates his wife! You've met her at the Christmas parties. She's the one that gets plastered and calls him a retard! And you, Tom, you're the biggest brown-nose I've ever seen! You've got your head so far up Mr. Allen's ass, I can't tell where you end and he begins! Mr. Allen: [roaring with laughter] Priceless! [Fletcher continues with every member] Fletcher: You have bad breath caused by gingivitis. You couldn't get a porn star off. Your hairpiece looks like something that was killed crossing the highway. I don't know whether to comb it or scrape it off with a shovel and bury it alive. Loser! Idiot! Wimp! Degenerate! [to Miranda] Fletcher: *Slut*! Mr. Allen: I like your style, Reede! That's just what this stuffy company needs - a little irreverence! Fletcher: Good! I'll see you later, dick-head! Mr. Allen: [Adressing one of his board members] Keep your eye on that boy, dick-head!

You used to work directly for Mr. Allan. Yeah. Tell me. What do you think of him? He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard! A belligerent old fart! A steaming pile of cow dung! Figuratively speaking. Really? How delightful. This way. Pardon me for interrupting. Mr. Allan, you remember Fletcher Reede? Oh, yes! Nice to see you again, Fletcher. I'll be observing you in court this afternoon. I've been hearing some good things about you. Well, Fletcher has just been telling me how much he thinks of you. Why don't you tell Mr. Allan? Well, what do you think of him? He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard! A belligerent old fart. A worthless, steaming pile of cow dung. Figuratively speaking. That's the funniest damn thing I've ever heard! You're a real card, Reede! I love a good roast! Do Simmons! Simmons is old! He should have been out years ago, but he can't stay home 'cause he hates his wife! You've met her at the Christmas parties. She's the one that gets plastered and calls him a retard. And you, Tom. You're the biggest brownnose I've ever seen! You've got your head so far up Mr. Allan's ass, I can't tell where you end and he begins! Priceless! You have bad breath caused by gingivitis. You couldn't get a porn star off. Your hairpiece looks like something that was killed. I don't know whether to comb it or scrape it off and bury it in lime! Loser! Idiot! Wimp! Degenerate! Slut! I like your style, Reede! That's what this stuffy company needs! A little irreverence! Good! I'll see you later, dick-head! Dick-head! Priceless! Keep your eye on that boy. Dick-head!