Quality manufacture

Mr. Thomas: So, Brian, I'm guessing you understand why I've called this one-on-one meeting this morning.

Brian: No, I'm not certain.  I saw the request in my email first thing this morning, and wondered why this couldn't wait until later in the day, but go ahead.

Mr. Thomas:  Well, you see, it stems from yesterday afternoon.  Would you take me back to yesterday afternoon, if you would?

Brian: Well... okay.  Okay, what, specifically, did you have in mind?

Mr. Thomas: Yesterday in the parking garage, as you were leaving work.

Brian: Ohhhh.  Alright, yeah.  Mr. Banks almost hit my truck.

Mr. Thomas: [interrupting] and he claims you almost hit him.  Do you care to explain what happened, as you remember it?

Brian: Well, his Jaguar came screaming out of Level 3, he ignored the stop sign, and I slammed on the brakes.

Mr. Thomas: Why were you going so fast?

Brian: I don't think I was, really.

Mr. Thomas: And after that?  You see, Brian -- and this is the crux of my concern, as well as my calling of today's meeting -- Mr. Banks is quite upset.

Brian: Well...

Mr. Thomas: Let me finish.  Mr. Banks feels he saw you mouth something at him which was beyond the pale.

Brian: I didn't recognize... it was, you know, the garage.  I didn't know who it was, so it was nothing personal.

Mr. Thomas: Could you clarify, Brian?  What was it you said, exactly?

Brian: I think I blurted something out.

Mr. Thomas: "Queer motherfucker?"

Brian: Oh!  No, no... I mean, it was a Jaguar!  I was remarking on the car.

Mr. Thomas:  By looking Mr. Banks in the eye and calling him a "queer motherfucker?"

Brian: No.  No!  It's all a misunderstanding, see.  I was saying, "quality manufacture."

Mr. Thomas: Really.

Brian: You know, a Jag is a quality vehicle.

Mr. Thomas: So Mr. Banks shouldn't be concerned that you would hurl an offensive, homophobic slur at one of our senior partners out of anger?

Brian: No chance.  "Quality manufacture."

Mr. Thomas: And then you, and this is his characterization, snarled at him and shouted, "bitch."

Brian: "Bigtime."  Like, "bigtime vehicle, there, Mr. B!"

Mr. Thomas: He said that you looked "furious," and that you seemed satisfied with your angry outburst.

Brian: That's jealousy on my part, really.  He makes at least 3 times what I do, and I had no idea his car was so great, too.

Mr. Thomas: I see.  [long pause] Well, he'd like you fired, in any case. You're fired.

Brian: THAT QUEER MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!!!!