| The Book: |
How to Choose the Right Company: before applying
for a job, make sure the company is a large one. This is essential.
It should be at least large enough so that nobody quite knows
exactly what the other fellow is doing. |
| ----- |
| J.B. Biggley: |
I realize that I'm the president of this company,
the man that's responsible for everything that goes on here.
So, I want to state, right now, that anything that happened
is not my fault. |
| ----- |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
I feel sorry for men who don't knit--they lead
empty lives. |
| ----- |
| Mr. Twimble: |
[L]ast month I became a quarter-of-a-century
man. |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
Oh, that's beautiful, a quarter-of-a-century. |
| Mr. Twimble: |
Quarter-of-a-century. |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
How long have you been in the mail room? |
| Mr. Twimble: |
Twenty-five years. It's not easy to get this
medal. It takes a combination of skill, diplomacy, and bold
caution. |
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| The Book: |
If you have education, intelligence, and ability,
so much the better. But, remember that thousands have reached
the top without any of these qualities. |
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| The Book: |
[Y]ou must get a brilliant idea. Now, the quickest
way to get a brilliant idea is to steal someone else's. |
| ----- |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
[A]n emotional involvement can only lead to
getting involved . . . emotionally. |
| ----- |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
This is the secret ingredient: it can't miss,
I'm combining greed with sex. |
| ----- |
| The Book: |
[T]his is the time for maintaining a cool head,
and following the one simple rule: put the blame on somebody
else. |
| ----- |
| Hedy LaRue: |
A secretary was ordered to be assigned to you.
I'm your assignation. |
| ----- |
| Miss Jones: |
What did you say your name was? |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
Finch. F-I-N-C-H. Finch. Pierpont Finch. |
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| Rosemary Pilkington: |
Lunch. |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
Huh? |
| Rosemary Pilkington: |
I said, "lunch." |
| J. Pierpont Finch: |
What about "lunch"? |
| Rosemary Pilkington: |
I'd love to! |
| ----- |
| Miss Jones: |
Your wife is on line 2, Mr. Biggley. |
| J.B. Biggley: |
Tell her I'm busy, tell her I'm in a meeting,
tell her I'm out, damnit, put her on! |
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