Lindsay Troy: (shaking her head incredulously) How the hell do you steal an entire chocolate fountain with a forklift…
Melvin Beauregard: I mean…these are your people…
Troy gives Melvin the Timberlake Stare™. The MGM Liaison winces.
Melvin Beauregard: So… do you wanna talk about the damages?
Lindsay Troy: Yeah, might as well.
Melvin adjusts his neck collar. Lindsay, while only being a few inches taller, seems to tower over the smaller former Salesman of the Year for MGM’s Commercial Division. He gulps before continuing.
Melvin Beauregard: So… we have one forklift.
Lindsay Troy: No shit.
The stare hadn’t stopped by the way; it just kept going on forever. Melvin once again adjusts himself and stands up real straight.
Melvin Beauregard: 34 feather boas, half a turkey costume, two oversized plastic candy canes, one chocolate fountain with chocolate…
Lindsay Troy: You know better than to have that in the same building as Bobby, that one’s on you.
Melvin Beauregard: Point taken. One “Happy Birthday Dusk” cake…
Lindsay Troy: I’m not paying for that.
Melvin Beauregard: …one box of Fighting For Nora merch that got run over, the carpet on the 28th floor, with the chocolate stains everywhere the forklift went, the cleaning bill for Jonathan-Christopher and Vickie Hall, Potential psychological counseling for Bobby Dean…
Lindsay Troy: He’s fine, he’s been through worse…
Melvin Beauregard: And probably a serious union grievance…
Lindsay Troy looks down at the smaller Melvin, giving him – and his Macy’s clearance suit with matching dress shoes – a quick once-over.
Lindsay Troy: Split it?
Melvin looks Lindsay over, taking a moment to acknowledge her aggressive presence and posture. He nods his head.
Melvin Beauregard: Great!
Lindsay Troy: You’ve got the Dusk cake though.