- [tense music playing] - Uh--

You will never swim the English Channel and then drown in champagne.

No, I wo-- I won't.

[music intensifies, ends]

So, where the hell is this Swinson Lake?

[seductive music playing]

What'd you just say?

I think you heard me.

- Why don't you come work for me? - Forget it, Florsheim.

I don't come when I'm called.

Oh.

I'll be calling you.

[gasps]

- From a pay phone. - I'll lend you the dime.

- [ad man] Hmm. - [Stan] Hmm.

[inhales deeply]

Good meeting.

Now who are we gonna get to help us sell this thing?

I might know a couple guys.

And they're local.