You think I'm doing a bad job, Mike? No, you're doing fine. This used to be a great deal....

Phil: You think I'm doing a bad job, Mike? Mike: [indifferently, reading an old asylum journal] No, you're doing fine. Phil: This used to be a great deal. Steady gigs, joking around, beers after work... Mike: Hey, look, it says here that eight were committed for "uncontrolled passion." Phil: [irritably] Then Emma came... Don't look at me like that, man. You know that's why we lost the last two gigs. He's tired, and he overbid. Mike: [defensively] Gordon loves being a father. Phil: [his voice rising] Yeah, *now* he does. *Now* he loves it. But it was *never* in his heart. This was all *Wendy's* idea. Mike: Look, Phil. Just because you say you don't want something doesn't mean you don't want it. Six years ago, I didn't want to be a lawyer, but now I'm thinking... Phil: Wait. Who the fuck are you kidding? You shuck fiber with us, in there, okay? But that's - that's not what I am talking about. [With growing anger] Phil: I am talking about fatherhood. It's screwing this guy's head up, and it's fucking his job up. At the very least, he should've canned Hank's ass six months ago, and you know it! What are *you* looking at? Where do you think you're going, Mike?