This is what I get in return for 30 years of service for my company? And they send some...

[first lines, after being informed by Ryan that they've been let go] Terminated Employee: This is what I get in return for 30 years of service for my company? And they send some yo-yo like you in here to try to tell me that I'm out of a job? They should be telling you *you're* out of a job. Terminated Employee: You have a lot of gall coming in here and firing your number one producer. And then you're going to go home tomorrow and make more money than you've ever made in your life, and I'm going to go home without a pay check. Fuck you. Terminated Employee: I just... I guess you leave me dumbfounded. I don't know where this is coming from. How am I supposed to go back as a man and explain this to my wife that I lost my job? Terminated Employee: On a street level, I've heard that losing your job is like a death in the family. But personally, I feel more like the people I worked with were my family and *I* died. Terminated Employee: I can't afford to be unemployed. I have a house payment. I have children. Terminated Employee: I don't know how you can live with yourself, but I'm sure that you'll find a way while the rest of us are suffering. Terminated Employee: [on the verge of tears] Who the fuck are you, man? Ryan Bingham: Excellent question. Who the fuck am I? Poor Steve has worked here for seven years. He's never had a meeting with me before, or passed me in the hall, or told me a story in the break room. And that's because I don't work here. I work for another company that lends me out to pussies like Steve's boss, who don't have the balls to sack their own employees, and in some cases, for good reason. Because people do crazy shit when they get fired.