Monthly Archives June 1997
- BEN’S MOM: No, Benny’s HOME from Duke this summer, mom.
- BEN’S MOM: Oh yeah, well, we’re real proud of him, he was able to get an INTERNSHIP at a local company…
- BEN: Sir, I didn’t confront you when you said there would be no pay, but I have to say something about these uniforms…
BOSS: Hey, you want experience for your resume, right? RIGHT. So put on the leg irons.
LABEL: Dressed as slave!
- JOHNNY: Ah, my first day on the job…
SIGN: S.I.N.: Syndicated Industries National
- JOHNNY: A data entry clerk! With my very own cubicle! The journey begins!
- JOHNNY: AN INSPIRATIONAL POSTER! What flowery words of hope has the company provided me?
- JOHNNY: “No talking or thinking during office hours. – The mgmt of S.I.N.”
BOSS: Who’s that over there thinking in sector 4?
- Nick messes with a nut.
- Mo flies in.
- Nick looks at Mo.
- NICK: Run into the buglight again?
MO: Let’s just say someone’s getting their sonar checked tomorrow.
