Until this deal closes, we work through lunch.
But as a consolation, we'll also be working nights.
Nights? You really think that's necessary?
This is a $10 million deal, Carlos.
How bad do you want it?
You heard the woman, we're working nights.
Um, I have a tiny scheduling conflict.
I coach my daughter's basketball team on Friday nights. So if I could…
Friday nights are now work nights.
If we're successful, those of you on commission stand to do very well.
And those of you who aren't?
Well, you get to keep your jobs, which in this economy is a bonus all by itself.
All right, let's run down to the deli, grab a sandwich and meet back here in five.
You. No touching.
And, yes, I'll know.
Isn't she fun?
Did I ever tell you that Tom and I seriously considered you and Gaby for Penny's godparents?
You're not getting Friday nights off.
Look, I'm not happy about the schedule either.
I'm missing my kids, too.
Then do something about it. You're the president. Put the brakes on Lucy.
Lynette, I hired her to crack the whip, and that's what she's doing.
It's good for the company.
But she makes people crazy.
Can't you talk to her, get her to dial it down a bit?