Congratulations, Bob. Thanks. I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I...

Dick Jones: [in the executive bathroom] Congratulations, Bob. Bob Morton: Thanks. Dick Jones: I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names - Iron Butt, Boner... once I even called him... Asshole - but there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn, and you just stepped over it, buddy-boy. You've insulted me and you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours. I had a guaranteed military sale with ED 209 - renovation program, spare parts for twenty-five years... Who cares if it worked or not? Bob Morton: The old man thought it was pretty important... Dick. Dick Jones: You know, he's a sweet old man, and he means well, but he's not gonna live forever and I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob? You just, uh... Dick Jones: [grabbing Morton's hair] ... fucked with the wrong guy. Bob Morton: [removes Jones' hand from his hair] You're out of your fuckin' mind! Dick Jones: You'd better pray that that unholy monster of yours doesn't screw up.

Hey, hey, hey. Bobby boy. Vice president. Congratulations. Handball Tuesday night? Bill, I'd love to. But I got a date. Couple models coming over to my place. Know what I mean? I'd buy that for a dollar. (CHUCKLING) Welcome to the club, Bob. ...and that's a true story. Making a real name for yourself in Security Concepts with RoboCop. I try. Let me in on the bottom line, pal. I hear Jones was plenty pissed. Oh, you know, he's got this killer rep, but it's a smokescreen. Let's face it, he's lost his teeth. The guy's a pussy. Are we talking about the same Dick Jones? Hey, he's old, we're young, and that's life. (BOTH CHUCKLING) (TOILET FLUSHING) I got to... I got to go. I got a meeting. Congratulations, Bob. Thanks. I remember when I was a young executive for this company. I used to call the old man funny names. Iron Butt, Boner. Once, I even called him asshole. But there was always respect. I always knew where the line was drawn. And you just stepped over it, buddy boy. You've insulted me, and you've insulted this company with that bastard creation of yours! I had a guaranteed military sale with ED-209! Renovation program. Spare parts for 25 years. Who cares if it worked or not? The old man thought it was pretty important, Dick. You know, he's a sweet old man. And he means well. But he's not going to live forever. And I'm number two around here. Pretty simple math, huh, Bob?