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And so, whatever the future may bring,

Joe, Jesus was not born 2000 years ago today.

and, uh, Miss Sanburger-- Hamburger.

My name's Jack Callaway.

All news, all the time. I've never done this.

What are these?

My point is, if he's any good on the air,

That's the one.

[ALL PHONES RINGING]

For the next two weeks,

What about it? Everything.

We're here because we're a radio station.

And especially the man

Bowling. Lifetime average:

All right, everybody. Shh.

laid-back kind of guy we'd want in the office.

stretching out before you, you can relax. Be yourself.

What evil game are we playing, little man?

That's why he's in the reject pile.

I just figured that while you're eating, you could go--

because the mob dictates it.

Okay. Hang on, everybody. Dave, let me see you outside, please.

Why would I do that?

I'm Joe. I'm the electrician.

I don't have time to breathe.

But I thought we should discuss it as a group.

Yeah, would have been,

that I've had a rather spotty professional career.

No, Max. I don't think you understand the situation.

JOE: Don't do it, dude. LISA: Don't fire him, Dave.

Barbara, the red-headed temptress,

Speaking of hamburger, this guy's pretty cute.

All right, all right.

Hey, don't worry about us. We'll be just fine.

Just sit down. Oh, okay, thank you very much.

Matthew, pager, pager! What?

Face it. Max Lewis has been a deadweight around our neck

All right. The guard called up from the lobby.

made it inevitable.

"How could one man be fired