Sorry, Mr. Sheldrake. What do you mean, sorry? You're not going to bring anybody to my...

C.C. Baxter: Sorry, Mr. Sheldrake. J.D. Sheldrake: What do you mean, sorry? C.C. Baxter: You're not going to bring anybody to my apartment. J.D. Sheldrake: I'm not just bringing anybody; I'm bringing Miss Kubelik. C.C. Baxter: Especially not Miss Kubelik. J.D. Sheldrake: How's that again? C.C. Baxter: [firmly] No key. J.D. Sheldrake: Baxter, I picked you for my team because I thought you were a very bright young man. Do you realize what you're doing? Not to me, but to yourself? Normally, it takes years to work your way up to the twenty-seventh floor. But it only takes thirty seconds to be out on the street again. You dig? C.C. Baxter: I dig. J.D. Sheldrake: So what's it going to be? [Baxter slowly reaches into his pocket for a key and drops it on Sheldrake's desk] J.D. Sheldrake: Now you're being bright. C.C. Baxter: Thank you, sir. [Baxter goes back into his office, looks around, then reaches into his closet for his coat and hat. Sheldrake comes in moments later] J.D. Sheldrake: Say, Baxter, you gave me the wrong key. C.C. Baxter: No, I didn't. J.D. Sheldrake: But this is the key to the executive washroom. C.C. Baxter: That's right, Mr. Sheldrake. I won't be needing it because I'm all washed up around here. J.D. Sheldrake: What's gotten into you, Baxter? C.C. Baxter: Just following doctor's orders. I've decided to become a "mensch". You know what that means? A human being. J.D. Sheldrake: Now, hold on, Baxter... C.C. Baxter: Save it. The old payola won't work anymore. Goodbye, Mr. Sheldrake.