Well, Brennan, you certainly
have had a lot of jobs. I'm a bit of a spark plug. And, Human Resources lady,
when I think-- -You know, it's-- Actually, it's Pam.
-I'm sorry. -Well, Pan....
-No, my name is Pam. -Are you saying Pan or Pam?
-I'm saying Pam. Yeah, I'm sorry, who is this
gentleman sitting behind you? Hello, Ms. Lady. I'm Dale.
I'm Brennan's stepbrother... ...and I think I might be able to help
with the Pan-Pam dilemma. -Yeah, that'd be great.
-Pam. -Pan.
-Pam. -Pand. There's a D on the end.
-With an M. -There's no D. It's Pam.
-It's like "comb," except P-A-N-M. -N-N. There's two N's.
-Two M's. That was the confusion. No, there's just one M. What do you say we interview you? All right. Yes, that's a
sometimes-useful exercise. Please put your hand down. Go ahead. How much money do you make
a year before taxes? Okay, I'm actually not comfortable
answering that. -Come on!
-We're doing the interview, not you. Here's a shot out of a cannon:
Oprah, Barbara Walters, your wife. You gotta fuck one,
marry one, kill one. Go! I think we're done here. Thank you. Mr. Huff, under your references,
you listed Dale Doback... ...which I know is this gentleman,
but you also listed... ..."Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior."
- Yeah. Yeah, we are looking for people
we can contact. We wanna tell you the stuff
we're not good at. - Our weaknesses.
- So we're clear up front. - Okay.
- We're not generally comfortable... ...in an office setting, I would say.
- I get cooped up. I won't go into an office
that's ever been used before. I am no good before 11 a.m. I also get headaches from computers,
so I can't be around them too long. I take stuff. I need someone to go up and down
with me in the elevator. I have a weakness for sweets. Other weaknesses? We're slow learners and we're
not particularly good listeners. - That'll be a huge problem.
- We're also slow learners. First of all,
I needed someone to work... Wait, shut your mouth.
Shut your mouth. I think we've had enough... - Shush up for one second.
- Shut your mouth. - Wait, shut your mouth.
- I'm sorry, what did you just say? - You're just coming off stupid.
- I'm coming off stupid? You're wearing tuxedos to a job that
requires you to clean bathrooms. - Please leave this office, we're done.
- Do we get any sort of souvenir? Get out of my office! I'm looking to hire guys I don't mind
hanging out with for 12 hours a day. You guys seem like cool guys. Got hair similar to mine,
you wear tuxedos to the interview. That's funny, it's ironic. I get that. Underplaying the whole formality of it.
I think that's funny as hell. So let's do this, you know?
You guys are hired. You're in. Unless you're the weirdest guys ever
and I don't see it. Great. - Was that a fart?
- I don't know. I can taste it. On my tongue. Okay, I'll be honest with you.
I did fart. Is that onion? Onion and...
Onion and ketchup. - It stinks. And this is a small room.
- Shit. Okay, now the tuxedos
seem kind of fucked up.
