george, have a seat! i've got juice.
orange juice. croissant?
what are you on?
how much weight have you lost?
how's your wife?
right. she married. what was he?
peter webber! right. quite the spotlight on that guy.
well, that's sort of. you're sure you're not hungry?
this isn't me. we can show clients endless options, change anything in a matter of hours on the computer. but you won't change.
all of us are typing and clicking, george. whether we want to, or not.
which is why we bid out a quarter of our projects. it doesn't make a lot of sense anymore to want what we don't have and don't want what we do.
maybe that's too long.
that's too long.
listen, they decided on a week a year severance, but i got them to twenty-six. that's six months salary, george. medical and everything for six months. you can learn all you need to on the computer long before that. maybe find a job closer to home.
oh.
forty.
class of eighty-six! i didn't know you were there.
listen. maybe i can get you a year.
what are you talking about? you love your job.
then it sounds like i'm doing you a favor.
i didn't know there would be a quiz, george.
well, i feel better about this now.
what can i do for you, george?
oh, well. those are. i mean, we don't get to keep our work. i could maybe ask them if you could choose one. but, you know, frankly george, you were the best. computer models can't begin to match the beauty you gave yours. they're a part of this firm. they inspire me. i go out there and sometimes just stare at something i've designed. it amazes me. i would miss that too much. look, i may be going out on a limb, but you go out there and look them over, every single one of them and pick the one you like the best and take it with you. just run it by me first, just in case, you know. but i'm sure it'll be okay.
well, it's the least i can do.
thank you.
oh, fuck!
you're not even an architect and you're a miserable human being.