Kate and Joel get ready for bed—brush teeth, floss, put on PJs, set alarms, turn on bedside lamps and off overhead lights, etc. > Kate: Junior doesn't even try. Ever since he took over for Atcher, "Ooh we have a slight disagreement, maybe we should set up a meeting? Maybe we could text them?" "Nah, don't bother! Just send in the ninja assassin!" > > Joel: Seems a little overkill. > > Kate: And it's bad business! Junior is alienating our allies! > > Joel: Are you worried about losing your job? > > Kate: At this point, I might prefer losing my job. He’s nothing like his father. I don't believe in this. Atcher treated me like a colleague, like a part of the family, but to Junior, I'm just an inanimate tool. I'm a—a—a pair of pliers. And when he's done, he just tosses me back in the tool box. Also, what is he thinking with that ridiculous getup he makes me—What? > Kate and Joel are in bed. > Joel: I would have paid way more attention when my dad was trying to teach me handyman things, if I had realized pliers were so pretty.
