Presented as but one part of a brief dialogue
between Mr. Ratchenslatt and Clerk Jones regarding
the latter's dismissal and termination of
employment. Ratchenslatt: "Nevermind, what I
say goes. This could be your last chance to go
clean out your office." Jones: ...
Ratchenslatt: "Hey, Jones, I hate to be a
dick, this is the natural end of a race you'd
never win. And what's funny is you've always
cheered it, even doing quite well yourself. Till
this little bump of course, but nothing worth
bring ever drove a minivan." Jones: ...!
Ratchenslatt: "Hey, this ain't no prelude to
comfort, and you're not the sitcom start The
Further Adventures of John Q. Forgettable? (laughs
na na na it's over, roll over...)" Jones:
...? Ratchenslatt: "Well, I'll be closing
shop and moving operations down south."
Jones: ...?! Ratchenslatt: "Yeah, where
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mouth. Well, walk like a loser, boy, sing like a
quitter and watch the pennies fall." Jones:
... Ratchenslatt: "I know, kid, I see it.
There's something going on and it's happening all
over the world. So you can't scream 'Rise Up!' to
the workers, I'm holding hands with the market.
I've got a dollar that says you'll never relate
this to any process greater. You've been quitting
since the day you were hired, so burn down the
building!" Jones: ... Ratchenslatt: "I
remember your first day here, you were broken
'fore you hit the door. Almost wish I could go
back and tell you 'that feeling in your gut, kid,
it's only gonna get worse.' There ain't no silver
lining, you know we'd buy that outright. Come now,
it ain't all that bad; at least you ain't a woman
or a little less white."