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What a slave driver.
And you woke me up out of a sound sleep to tell me that?
No wonder his building is so close.
Oh, I'm sorry, Astro.
You always walk on your knees, Cogswell?
75,000?
50,000?
22,500?
He's losing his.
That's my building!
Cogswell Cogs?
You win. I'll buy it.
Now, don't you worry, dear.
- Tell her what? - That you're letting us have your tickets.
It's all here, Cogswell, in black and white.
George. Is anything wrong?
But it's over.
Well, on paper, but if, if, if...
My salary will be raised. I'll be promoted.
And stay out!
Out! Out! Out!
Now get out before I lose my temper!
Well, if it isn't the ex-king of sprockets.
Don't "hi, boss" me. Why don't you just move a bed in here.
I'll give you 5000.
And I'll help out too, Pop. I'll deliver-tate papers.
Right. The building has to come down.