Exec #1: Ok, ok, ok. Look. It's 4:5fucking6. You know Steph, with the body, down on 12? Well, I'm taking her to the fake Irish Pub at 5:10 to start my weekend off right, if you know what I mean. You fuckers have exactly 13 minutes to come up with the rest of the content for this ad before I need to head for the elevator.
Exec #2: So what, Bill. Every Friday you have another "date" with some "bod" down on "some floor" and you never get laid. We're staying til this ad sounds right.
Exec #3: Gee, I'm not sure Eddie, I'd kinda like to get out of here too, ya know? I was gonna take the fam down to Galveston for the weekend and drink coladas and listen to Jimmy Buffett while the kids play with the sharks.
Exec #1: Ok, ok, ok. Let's think. You LOVE the Astros. No. You ROOT for the Astros. No. You'd shoot your mother to...
Exec #2: Stop it Bill, we're trying to get you out of here, remember?
Exec #1: Right, ok, sorry. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......
Exec #3: You cheer for the Astros?
Exec #1: MAN do you cheer for the Astros!
Exec #2: Sounds clunky.
Exec #3: You CHEER for the Astros; MAN do you cheer.
Exec #2: Sounds clunky.
Exec #1: Great! Perfect! I'm outta here. Good work. See you Monday, Phil.
Exec #3: See you Monday, Bill.