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So, from now on, only use the new time sheets... if you've worked on two or more job codes in one day... and you need the extra columns to fit it all in. Otherwise, use the old time sheets... Where's Peter? I heard he didn't show up this weekend. Uh, I don't know. ...really, really help us out. Who's that guy? So, uh... any questions?
Office Space
32.9s
Ohh! Yeah. That's... That's, uh... That's one of my... My pieces of flair. What's a "piece of flair"? Oh, it's, uh, where, you know... like these suspenders and, uh, buttons, they're all sort of... We're actually required to wear... um, fifteen pieces of flair. It's really stupid, actually. Do you get to pick 'em yourself? Yeah, yeah, we do. Although I didn't actually choose these. I just sort of grabbed, you know, fifteen buttons. I don't even know what they say. I don't really care.
Office Space
32s
- Peter. - Michael. What the hell's going on, man? I thought you'd come in here and start shooting. No. I just came to get my address book. I'm not gonna stay. I got a phone number, Mike, that I don't wanna lose. What? Peter, you're in deep shit. You were supposed to come in Saturday. What were you doing? Michael, I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing... and it was everything that I thought it could be. I hope you have a better story for Lumbergh. You're supposed to be at your interview with the consultants. The who? The consultants. What has gotten into you?
Office Space
1m25s
Samir and I are the best programmers they got. You haven't been showin' up, and you get to keep your job. Actually, I'm being promoted. - What? - I know, Michael. It's completely unfair. And I realised something today. It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us together. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist. Maybe it was just shock, and it's wearing off now... but when I saw that fat man keel over and die... Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth. We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles... staring at computer screens all day... filling out useless forms... and listening to eight different bosses... drone on about mission statements. I told those fudgepackers I liked Michael Bolton's music. Ohh. That is not right, Michael. For five years now, you've worked your ass off... hoping for a promotion, profit sharing, or something. Five years... of your mid-twenties now gone. And you're gonna go in tomorrow... they're gonna throw you out on the street. You know why? So Bill Lumbergh's stock will go up a quarter of a point. Ugh. Michael, let's make that stock go down... and let's take enough money out of that place... so that we never have to sit in a cubicle ever again.
Office Space
1m7s
Oh, right, Lumbergh. Aah! Oh... God... Lumbergh! Peter, what is wrong with you? That was, like, two years ago. What? Did you know him? Yeah, I know him. I know him. He's my boss. He's my unholy, disgusting pig of a boss. Oh, he's not that disgusting. He represents all that is soulless and wrong... and you slept with him. Hey, that is none of your business, OK? I didn't ask you who you slept with before we were together. I don't care. I didn't think you slept with guys like Lumbergh! Listen to you. Who do you think you are? How dare you judge me? I mean, what are you? You think you're an angel? No, you're just this penny-stealing... wannabe criminal man. Yeah, well, that may be. But at least I never slept with Lumbergh. OK, that's... l'm done. I wanna get out of the car, OK? Stop. Call me when you grow up. Wait. That's probably never gonna happen. So don't call me, OK? Say hello to Lumbergh for me!
Office Space
45.9s
Hell, Lumbergh fucked her. Lumbergh fucked her. Lumbergh fucked her. That is great. I mean, she was seeing the "Oh" face for sure. Ohh, ohh, ohh. Ooh. If you could just move a little bit to the left. That's it. Great. Peter, what's happening? Um, could you give me those T.P.S. Reports ASAP, OK? Oh! - Joanna. - Yeah.
Office Space