Yes? It's Atlanta. Hello? Hello? Mr. Hazeltine? Yes, I can hear you. I'm fine, Mr....

[MacNamara is at his desk when the phone rings. He picks it up]
C.R. MacNamara: Yes?
[Looks ahead and waves his umbrella]
C.R. MacNamara: It's Atlanta. Hello? Hello? Mr. Hazeltine? Yes, I can hear you. I'm fine, Mr. Hazeltine. How are you?
Wendell P. Hazeltine: Well if you must know, I'm miserable. Those damn magnolias are in bloom again and so is my hay fever!
[Hazeltine takes a tissue and wipes his nose]
Wendell P. Hazeltine: MacNamara, there's something important I'd like to discuss with you.
C.R. MacNamara: [With enthusiasm] I thought you would, Mr. Hazeltine. You got my teletype?
Wendell P. Hazeltine: [Holds up a piece of paper] It's right here in front of me. Those figures from May are not bad, not bad at all.
C.R. MacNamara: [With glee] Thank you, sir! And how about the Russian deal? Napoleon blew it. Hitler blew it. But Coca-Cola's gonna pull it off!
Wendell P. Hazeltine: Forget it, MacNamara, forget it! We are not interested in doing business behind the Iron Curtain!
C.R. MacNamara: [With shock] We're not interested in the Russian Market?
Wendell P. Hazeltine: I wouldn't touch the Russian with a ten foot pole! And I don't want anything to do with the Poles, either!
C.R. MacNamara: But this could be the biggest thing for the company since we introduced the six-pack!
[MacNamara is silent for a few seconds as his enthusiasm suddenly drops]
C.R. MacNamara: ...well, if it's against front office policy.
Wendell P. Hazeltine: You're damn right! But that's not what I called you about. Look MacNamara, I need you to do me a big personal favor.
C.R. MacNamara: [Put out] Yes, Mr. Hazeltine. You want me to ship Mrs. Hazeltine another set of Meissen China?
Wendell P. Hazeltine: No, it's about our daughter, Scarlett. She's seventeen, now, sweet girl. Fell in love with some damn rock and roll singer. No, that was the one before. This is some pimple-faced basketball player. Anyway, we sent her off on a little trip to Europe.
[Hazeltine wipes his nose again]
Wendell P. Hazeltine: Where was I?
C.R. MacNamara: Daughter Scarlet, pimple faced basketball player, sent her to Europe...
Wendell P. Hazeltine: Oh yes! We had her spend a couple of weeks with our representative in Rome. And a couple of weeks with our man in Paris, and she's arriving in Berlin this afternoon. So I would appreciate it if you and Mrs. MacNamara...
C.R. MacNamara: Oh we'd be delighted to have her stay with us. It's just that... uh... my family has made some plans, and... I have a few plans of my own.
Wendell P. Hazeltine: Well if it's any sort of imposition, never mind. I'm sorry I called you.
C.R. MacNamara: Actually, I wasn't thinking of myself. It's your daughter I'm concerned about. With the political situation in Berlin the way it is, anything can happen, anytime.
Wendell P. Hazeltine: Exactly! That's why I want you to take especially good care of her! She's just a child really, and I don't like her to stay at a hotel alone at a time like this. She's flying Pan Am, the plane is due in Berlin at 4:30, unless those damn Commies shoot it down!