KAREN: William, I need to speak with you!
WILL: Hey, Karen.
KAREN: So… I get a hankering to go out to Fortunoff’s in Manhasset to buy colorful plastic plates. But when I get out to the helipad to take the chopper, what do I discover? Helicopter Pilot has been fired.
WILL: Okay, I thought it was okay to fire Helicopter Pilot seeing as—as you don’t own a helicopter.
KAREN: You said you were gonna fire Pastry Chef!
WILL: Yes, about that, I gave it some thought, and as your lawyer, I believe that in these uncertain times, having a pastry chef on permanent staff just makes solid economic sense.
KAREN: What? There is something going on here. I smell liquor on my breath. You’re drunk!
WILL: No, Karen, I just— I met him, and I watched him work. The man is a genius. He’s—he’s an artist. I mean, would you fire Picasso?
KAREN: I would, and I did! He put both breasts on one side of my body. I wouldn’t take it from Plastic Surgeon, and I wouldn’t take it from him!