You've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off...

Janice: Jesus H. Fuckin' Popsicle! I still don't have my billing reports, but you've got time to sit there and Google your ass off? Well, I know one thing: you've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off some big *fucking* *boxes*! [clicks her stapler for emphasis. Wesley cringes at every click] Janice: Attitude: *poor*. Performance: *poor*. Management skills: *poor*. Works well with others? Ha! That's a fucking joke. [looks at Wesley's computer] Janice: What is this bullshit; who's this prick? Some loser gets his head blown off in the Metropolitan... Wesley: SHUT THE FUCK UP! [the office grows quiet] Wesley: [to co-workers] She has ONE, SINGLE iota of tenuous power, she thinks she can push everyone around! [grabs Janice's stapler] Wesley: You don't need this. [throws the stapler against the wall of his cubicle, smashing it] Wesley: I understand. Junior High must've been kind of tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep a stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk. [crouches down] Wesley: But I want you to know, if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave - I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you... go fuck yourself.

Jesus H. fucking Popsicle, I still don't have my billing reports, but you've got time to sit here and Google your ass off. Well, I know one thing. You've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off some big fucking boxes. Attitude, poor! Performance, poor! Management skills, poor! Works well with others. That's a fucking joke. What is this bullshit? Who's this prick? Some loser gets his head blown off at the Metropolitan... Shut the fuck up! She has one single iota of tenuous power. She thinks she can push everyone around. You don't need this. I understand. Junior high must have been kind of tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep your stash of jelly doughnuts in the top drawer of your desk. But I want you to know if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave, I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you go fuck yourself. Yeah. That was great, bro. Who's the man? I'm the man. That's a bad idea. Couldn't find your keys, huh? That could be handy. You going to teach me that? I might need that. So, Fox, right? What is that? Is that a call sign? Is it like Maverick in Top Gun? You could tell me, but you'd have to kill me? I'm just kidding.