oh my, he would have been so proud. you're the spitting image of him.
i'm helen mcdole. your father's executive secretary.
perhaps we could be patient for just a moment or two longer?
nice choice. there's only one problem.
they went in through the belly button.
tipn. tattoos, implants, piercings, nose jobs. our angels must be pure, unadultered, completely natural.
you have your father's eye.
positively dashing.
we're impressed but not surprised, ted. you have your father's impeccable judgment.
we'll send you the release forms, ted. our staffers will help in any way they can.
it's a little more serious than that, bill. the stockholders have requested a meeting. they want our guarantee that this will never happen again. some of them are even calling for ted's resignation.
come, let me show you something.
your parents never wanted to interfere with your life, ted. they knew your mom and dad loved you very much. they knew they did the right thing. but that doesn't mean they didn't watch you and miss you, from afar.
they kept this scrapbook of your life. it meant the world to them.
giving you up was the most unselfish thing they ever did. when they founded "heaven," they wished they could take you back but it was too late. all they could do was build the empire, knowing that someday it would all be yours.
your parents would be crushed to think you weren't happy with it.
i understand.
but how can you respect yourself if you don't?