Dilbert (1999) s01e08 Episode Script
Little People
In this episode of SCIENTIFIC TRUTH JOURNAL we'll explore the theory of evolution and we'll implicitly mock the people who hold opposing viewpoints.
Hmm.
Evolution- What a crock.
Can we change it, please? Evolution is a scientific fact, unless you're ignorant.
If it's a fact, why is it called a theory? There are scientific reasons.
It's all very complicated.
Give me one good argument for evolution.
First of all, the only alternative is unthinkable.
It's raining toads.
Maybe I should say the only alternative is unproven.
Is that your whole argument? No.
There there's extensive fossil records.
extensive fossil records including this definitive find on the African subcontinent.
It's a skull fragment of our earliest ancestors.
I have found the missing link! Look! The rest of the skull.
Oops.
I'll grant you that some of the evidence is inconclusive, but when you put it all together Thanks to advanced computer graphics and clay we have recreated the missing link.
Now, this would be a good time for you to renounce your irrational belief in evolution and change the channel.
I'd like to hear your THEORY.
My theory is that all the species that ever existed are still around.
They're just hiding.
That's ridiculous.
Hey, guys.
Hi, Bob.
Oh, finally.
Who moved my pencil sharpener? Oh, no.
Those are not my shavings.
Who adjusted my monitor? Who fondled my mouse?! Who had the unmitigated gall To soil my mouse with their grubby paws?! Hey, shut up in here.
Some of us are trying to work.
Hypothetically.
My cubicle's been defiled.
Someone's been in here.
Did they take anything? I don't think so, but ah! Is that a yes? Someone's been accessing the internet with my computer.
I'm no psychologist, but I think Dilbert is suffering from manic-depressive episodes coupled with an acute delusional paranoia.
If you're not a psychologist, then how can you say that? I'm entitled to my opinion.
Wally? Yes? Were you using my cubicle? I barely use my own cubicle.
Alice? Please.
Your cubicle is a hotbed for cooties.
You can get fired for using the internet for personal stuff.
You're in big trouble.
How many personal web sites have you accessed? I haven't accessed any! So YOU say.
Ew! I touched your mouse.
Ew! Ew! What the hell am I thinking? Look at those web sites on the history log.
I've never heard of any of them.
"Elf Hooters.
"Naked Troll Booty.
Little People, Huge-" Ow! What was I thinking? Someone's into hard-core leprechaun porn, big time.
Dilbert! You disgust me.
It wasn't me.
Boss alert.
Am I interrupting anything important? We've never done anything important.
Well, before you do, I need the three of you to attend a meeting with the vendor who sells us the Dullie dry erase markers for the white boards.
Why? Just because they asked for a meeting? Right.
I said I'd go and I realized I'd have to have some technical support.
Technical support? For marker pens? Do I detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice? No.
I didn't think so.
You don't know where these conversations can end up.
You start with dry erase markers next thing you know You're talking about Oh, I don't know.
Something very technical? Exactly.
See? Wally knows.
I know it's a meeting with outside vendors.
And that means free food, and quality not those stale chips and the black guacamole.
What color is guacamole supposed to be? All right, all right, what time? Check with your secretary.
I don't have a secretary.
Oh, too bad.
They're really quite great.
Hey, here's a strange coincidence.
Another web site that's been surfed.
The Dullie dry erase marker web site.
Someone around here is into a weird scene.
Says the woman who collects unicorn art.
E- mail.
Busted.
Someone's going down.
Someone's going to take the fall.
Someone's going to Wally, shut up.
You'll be okay if you just stick with the story you told us.
It's not a story.
Hey, that's good.
That look of indignation really sells it.
Do you have an appointment? You called me.
Excuse me? I said Answer my question.
I did.
I did.
I see.
Still want to play games? Me? Yes, you.
What do you want with me? Sign the papers.
I can't see them.
Oh, poor you.
It's just a simple confession.
Standard procedure in the human resources department.
"Using the internet for personal business.
"Pilfering dry erase markers.
Kidnapping the Lindbergh baby"? "Shooting Larry Flynt"? Wait a minute.
I'm not signing this.
Oh, yes, you are.
I make a fortune at autograph shows.
Hey, wait a minute.
I didn't do any of these things.
You should have thought of that before I forged your confession.
Thanks for playing.
Now, go away.
Attention! Attention! Dilbert has signed the confession.
You may treat him like a pariah.
That is all.
Also, outside vendor meeting in conference room.
Come on, Dilbert.
We know a short cut to the meeting.
Where are we? In the Jeffries Tube? It's the air conditioning duct.
Oh.
That's a disappointment.
We're close to the conference room.
I smell free lunch meat.
And if I'm not mistaken, cantaloupe.
Why would someone leave a dry erase marker here? Maybe it's empty.
That answer is, like, so stupid.
Never mind that.
We're here.
Food, glorious Oh, my lord.
Picked clean.
This can't be happening.
We're the only ones who knew the shortcut.
Wally, pull yourself together.
Put the feedbag on, boys! The food! It's gone! All the food! It's gone! It's all gone! Gone! The food! It's all gone! Why? Why couldn't you share? It wasn't me.
Ask Dilbert.
Wally didn't eat anything.
I can vouch for him.
Then maybe it was Dilbert.
Tell him, Wally.
Tell him what happened.
I wasn't with him the whole time.
Wally! You wouldn't want me to lie, would you? He's a pig! He ate our food! String him up! Hang Dilbert! Get a rope! Back down! None of us ate it.
It was like this when we got here.
How do we know it wasn't you, ALICE? Yeah! Yeah! I can prove it! Look here Any more questions? Sixty-seven, 68 Okay, you see, yesterday I had 273 staples in here Today, 272.
Did you staple anything? Oh yeah.
But I'm definitely missing 26 millimeters of scotch tape and someone used my ruler.
How can you tell? Is it shorter or something? Look at the edge.
That's graphite from a regular pencil.
I only use mechanical pencils with the ruler.
Doesn't leave a mark.
Here's your mail, Dilbert.
Troll T & A Pygmies in Panties And Hot Homunculi.
Great! Now I'm on a mailing list.
Hello, Thumbelina.
That's disgusting! I could sue you both for making this a hostile workplace.
Ten minutes ago you beat a man senseless.
He was senseless before I beat him.
We've got to solve this thing.
Let's start by making a list Of all the missing items on the board.
Oh, there are a lot of advantages to tiny women.
Give me those.
Now, hand me a dry erase marker, please.
I don't see any.
Well, it's right over Hey, where'd it go? Don't have a panic attack.
I'll get you one.
Wait- mine are all gone too.
Same here.
This is very odd.
I wonder if the literature says anything about this phenomenon.
That's it? There's only one left? Got it.
Hey hey! What's going on? What happened? We're not alone.
All right, FIRST THINGS FIRST Unless something more important comes up and then we could handle that prior to the first thing.
Wouldn't the thing prior to the first thing be THE FIRST THING? Technically, we're doing the first thing now.
So that WOULD BE THE SECOND THING.
Everything's moving so fast! One of the topics- I forget which one- Is the rash of thefts in the office.
You can get a rash from stealing? I think I had that once.
Our losses due to the theft of dry erase markers has skyrocketed.
It's ruining the company.
Why don't we stop buying dry erase markers? Because then we wouldn't have any.
We don't have any now.
Alice, you're-you're-you're thinking like an engineer.
Try to think like a manager.
Okay.
I can't think.
Does anyone have a theory about who's taking the dry erase markers? Well, this might sound crazy I'm all ears.
Well, uh, not really, but Uh, go on.
I believe the markers are being stolen by tiny people- a new species, like elves Sort of an evolutionary offshoot from humans.
I don't know why you would think that WOULD SOUND CRAZY.
Whoo-whoo.
Well, damn it How do we stop this evolution thing? We can't stop evolution.
If anything, it may be an opportunity to understand it better.
Loud Howard? I'm afraid of tiny people! They can run in your mouth! Am I the only one worried about that?! These tiny people can't be evolved from us.
If they were, there'd be signs of an intermediate species; people who are in between normal-sized people and elf-sized people.
Shut up.
We can't handle this situation alone.
We need someone who is an expert on evolution.
How about someone who finds elves using a divining rod? No, that would be like the opposite of what we need.
Oh, too bad.
I hired him this morning.
Grab a seat.
Empty chair This is ridiculous.
You can't find tiny people with a stick.
That's what they said to Jonas Salk.
Jonas Salk invented the polio vaccine.
Yes, but after THEY TOLD HIM that he couldn't find tiny people with a stick.
Fine, you use the stick.
I've got a few tricks in my engineering bag.
You don't have an engineering bag.
You could use Alice.
Ow! It looks like a variation on the Lancaster-Phelps containment design.
But can it catch an elf? That's the question.
Only one thing can kill an elf- A silver bullet.
After I find them It's up to you to gun them down.
These aren't real silver bullets.
They're just regular bullets spray painted silver.
Mine's only half painted.
I need more silver.
Thank you.
It is done.
If any beam is broken it will set off the system.
And, now the cheese.
All right, Wally, it's my watch.
You can catch some sleep and Wally, wake up! What? How long have you been asleep? I- I'm not sure.
What's today? Oh! music 99 dry erase markers music music On the white board music music 99 dry erase markers music music You take one down And sniff it all dry music music 98 dry erase markers music Hey, wait, wait, wait! It looks like a variation on the Lancaster-Phelps containment design.
Damn, they're not elves.
They're tiny engineers.
Gross! Only one way around this design.
Every design has an Achilles heel.
Hey, they're getting away! It's a narc! Run for it, man! You go that way.
I'll go this way.
Why? Why? Why what? Why do you get to go that way? Maybe somebody else would like to go that way.
Do you WANT TO GO THAT WAY? Not particularly.
Then go that WAY! Uh-oh, the man.
Hey, guys, quick! You got to see this.
Whoa little freaks.
Wait a minute, isn't that bill from the test engineering group? Yeah and Joan from tech support.
She once held the elevator for me.
Ooh, man and Marcia, and Ted and Henry.
I thought they were laid off years ago.
Ted, you tiny bastard, you owe me five bucks.
Shh, you're going to scare them off.
They've been downsized Literally.
They're disgusting vermin.
Just because they're small? No.
I shared a cubicle with that Ted guy- P-yew.
I think they're all hooked on sniffing those markers.
To blunt the pain of their bleak, dismal existence.
You think that helps? I guess they just stayed in the building after the layoffs close to their source of markers.
What should we do? I never would've thought downsizing would have such a literal impact on their cellular structure.
We have to help them.
Okay, except for Ted, who I will keep in a terrarium.
And you doubted the power of the divining rod.
The little people have been located.
Here's a picture of one of them.
Run for your lives! They're not dangerous.
They're actual former employees who were downsized.
They seem to be addicted to the dry erase markers.
Is it that hard to see ourselves in their tiny shoes? Yes.
Oh so, anyway, seriously, to get rid of the infestation I've hired a mysterious foreigner who says he can lure them out by playing an irresistible melody on his piccolo.
And when that doesn't work I pump the building full of insecticide.
Insecticide? You can't kill them just because they're annoying.
You don't really know until you try.
Boo! Boo! Boo! Hey, man, get off the stage! You suck! Yeah! Save the rain forest! Sugar magnolia! Not only are they small and sneaky, they know NOTHING about music! On to phase two.
You know, I think you could have waited for the weekend when we weren't here.
Oh, don't be such a baby.
I was assured the insecticide is almost never deadly to full-grown humans.
Now, suck it up and get back to work.
Where are you going? Me? I'm taking a long lunch.
I'll be back Thursday.
Look I can fly.
I just saw God.
Oh, this stuff is better than the markers.
There'll be no stopping them now.
They're going to take over.
Maybe We should shoot them.
Why? They haven't done anything wrong.
I think the blond is smiling at me.
She's inebriated.
All the better.
Who's going to sign for this? I will.
Let me.
You signed last time.
Allow me.
Keep it coming, bro.
Whoa, Dilbert's stressed.
Come on, bro, get on the love train.
I'm a little busy right now.
I'll catch a later train.
Dig you later.
There it is, survival of the fittest.
At least Wally made the cut.
A- ha! So you finally admit that I'm right about evolution.
Not if you want my help.
Once the telecommunications hub is gone the little people won't be able to order new dry erase markers.
Marker I need marker.
Nothing.
What now, Gulliver? Look at them.
It's pathetic.
They need to leave this environment.
Start fresh- build new lives.
We could sell them as toys and make a fortune.
No.
I'm talking about lending a hand, and you're talking about exploitation.
As if there's a difference.
There is.
Well, excuse my capitalism.
They just need a change of scenery Then they'll straighten out.
Is that your expert opinion as an engineer? I'm going to help these people.
After your idealism is crushed, feel free to plead for my help.
Does anyone have the number of dry erase markers anonymous? Dogbert! Collect them all, kids.
There's Phil from Marketing.
Peg from Payroll.
Gwen from Accounting.
Supply is limited so they can only go up in value.
Dry erase marker sold separately.
So, who's first? Me.
Me.
Me.
Over here.
Here.
Me first.
Hmm.
Evolution- What a crock.
Can we change it, please? Evolution is a scientific fact, unless you're ignorant.
If it's a fact, why is it called a theory? There are scientific reasons.
It's all very complicated.
Give me one good argument for evolution.
First of all, the only alternative is unthinkable.
It's raining toads.
Maybe I should say the only alternative is unproven.
Is that your whole argument? No.
There there's extensive fossil records.
extensive fossil records including this definitive find on the African subcontinent.
It's a skull fragment of our earliest ancestors.
I have found the missing link! Look! The rest of the skull.
Oops.
I'll grant you that some of the evidence is inconclusive, but when you put it all together Thanks to advanced computer graphics and clay we have recreated the missing link.
Now, this would be a good time for you to renounce your irrational belief in evolution and change the channel.
I'd like to hear your THEORY.
My theory is that all the species that ever existed are still around.
They're just hiding.
That's ridiculous.
Hey, guys.
Hi, Bob.
Oh, finally.
Who moved my pencil sharpener? Oh, no.
Those are not my shavings.
Who adjusted my monitor? Who fondled my mouse?! Who had the unmitigated gall To soil my mouse with their grubby paws?! Hey, shut up in here.
Some of us are trying to work.
Hypothetically.
My cubicle's been defiled.
Someone's been in here.
Did they take anything? I don't think so, but ah! Is that a yes? Someone's been accessing the internet with my computer.
I'm no psychologist, but I think Dilbert is suffering from manic-depressive episodes coupled with an acute delusional paranoia.
If you're not a psychologist, then how can you say that? I'm entitled to my opinion.
Wally? Yes? Were you using my cubicle? I barely use my own cubicle.
Alice? Please.
Your cubicle is a hotbed for cooties.
You can get fired for using the internet for personal stuff.
You're in big trouble.
How many personal web sites have you accessed? I haven't accessed any! So YOU say.
Ew! I touched your mouse.
Ew! Ew! What the hell am I thinking? Look at those web sites on the history log.
I've never heard of any of them.
"Elf Hooters.
"Naked Troll Booty.
Little People, Huge-" Ow! What was I thinking? Someone's into hard-core leprechaun porn, big time.
Dilbert! You disgust me.
It wasn't me.
Boss alert.
Am I interrupting anything important? We've never done anything important.
Well, before you do, I need the three of you to attend a meeting with the vendor who sells us the Dullie dry erase markers for the white boards.
Why? Just because they asked for a meeting? Right.
I said I'd go and I realized I'd have to have some technical support.
Technical support? For marker pens? Do I detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice? No.
I didn't think so.
You don't know where these conversations can end up.
You start with dry erase markers next thing you know You're talking about Oh, I don't know.
Something very technical? Exactly.
See? Wally knows.
I know it's a meeting with outside vendors.
And that means free food, and quality not those stale chips and the black guacamole.
What color is guacamole supposed to be? All right, all right, what time? Check with your secretary.
I don't have a secretary.
Oh, too bad.
They're really quite great.
Hey, here's a strange coincidence.
Another web site that's been surfed.
The Dullie dry erase marker web site.
Someone around here is into a weird scene.
Says the woman who collects unicorn art.
E- mail.
Busted.
Someone's going down.
Someone's going to take the fall.
Someone's going to Wally, shut up.
You'll be okay if you just stick with the story you told us.
It's not a story.
Hey, that's good.
That look of indignation really sells it.
Do you have an appointment? You called me.
Excuse me? I said Answer my question.
I did.
I did.
I see.
Still want to play games? Me? Yes, you.
What do you want with me? Sign the papers.
I can't see them.
Oh, poor you.
It's just a simple confession.
Standard procedure in the human resources department.
"Using the internet for personal business.
"Pilfering dry erase markers.
Kidnapping the Lindbergh baby"? "Shooting Larry Flynt"? Wait a minute.
I'm not signing this.
Oh, yes, you are.
I make a fortune at autograph shows.
Hey, wait a minute.
I didn't do any of these things.
You should have thought of that before I forged your confession.
Thanks for playing.
Now, go away.
Attention! Attention! Dilbert has signed the confession.
You may treat him like a pariah.
That is all.
Also, outside vendor meeting in conference room.
Come on, Dilbert.
We know a short cut to the meeting.
Where are we? In the Jeffries Tube? It's the air conditioning duct.
Oh.
That's a disappointment.
We're close to the conference room.
I smell free lunch meat.
And if I'm not mistaken, cantaloupe.
Why would someone leave a dry erase marker here? Maybe it's empty.
That answer is, like, so stupid.
Never mind that.
We're here.
Food, glorious Oh, my lord.
Picked clean.
This can't be happening.
We're the only ones who knew the shortcut.
Wally, pull yourself together.
Put the feedbag on, boys! The food! It's gone! All the food! It's gone! It's all gone! Gone! The food! It's all gone! Why? Why couldn't you share? It wasn't me.
Ask Dilbert.
Wally didn't eat anything.
I can vouch for him.
Then maybe it was Dilbert.
Tell him, Wally.
Tell him what happened.
I wasn't with him the whole time.
Wally! You wouldn't want me to lie, would you? He's a pig! He ate our food! String him up! Hang Dilbert! Get a rope! Back down! None of us ate it.
It was like this when we got here.
How do we know it wasn't you, ALICE? Yeah! Yeah! I can prove it! Look here Any more questions? Sixty-seven, 68 Okay, you see, yesterday I had 273 staples in here Today, 272.
Did you staple anything? Oh yeah.
But I'm definitely missing 26 millimeters of scotch tape and someone used my ruler.
How can you tell? Is it shorter or something? Look at the edge.
That's graphite from a regular pencil.
I only use mechanical pencils with the ruler.
Doesn't leave a mark.
Here's your mail, Dilbert.
Troll T & A Pygmies in Panties And Hot Homunculi.
Great! Now I'm on a mailing list.
Hello, Thumbelina.
That's disgusting! I could sue you both for making this a hostile workplace.
Ten minutes ago you beat a man senseless.
He was senseless before I beat him.
We've got to solve this thing.
Let's start by making a list Of all the missing items on the board.
Oh, there are a lot of advantages to tiny women.
Give me those.
Now, hand me a dry erase marker, please.
I don't see any.
Well, it's right over Hey, where'd it go? Don't have a panic attack.
I'll get you one.
Wait- mine are all gone too.
Same here.
This is very odd.
I wonder if the literature says anything about this phenomenon.
That's it? There's only one left? Got it.
Hey hey! What's going on? What happened? We're not alone.
All right, FIRST THINGS FIRST Unless something more important comes up and then we could handle that prior to the first thing.
Wouldn't the thing prior to the first thing be THE FIRST THING? Technically, we're doing the first thing now.
So that WOULD BE THE SECOND THING.
Everything's moving so fast! One of the topics- I forget which one- Is the rash of thefts in the office.
You can get a rash from stealing? I think I had that once.
Our losses due to the theft of dry erase markers has skyrocketed.
It's ruining the company.
Why don't we stop buying dry erase markers? Because then we wouldn't have any.
We don't have any now.
Alice, you're-you're-you're thinking like an engineer.
Try to think like a manager.
Okay.
I can't think.
Does anyone have a theory about who's taking the dry erase markers? Well, this might sound crazy I'm all ears.
Well, uh, not really, but Uh, go on.
I believe the markers are being stolen by tiny people- a new species, like elves Sort of an evolutionary offshoot from humans.
I don't know why you would think that WOULD SOUND CRAZY.
Whoo-whoo.
Well, damn it How do we stop this evolution thing? We can't stop evolution.
If anything, it may be an opportunity to understand it better.
Loud Howard? I'm afraid of tiny people! They can run in your mouth! Am I the only one worried about that?! These tiny people can't be evolved from us.
If they were, there'd be signs of an intermediate species; people who are in between normal-sized people and elf-sized people.
Shut up.
We can't handle this situation alone.
We need someone who is an expert on evolution.
How about someone who finds elves using a divining rod? No, that would be like the opposite of what we need.
Oh, too bad.
I hired him this morning.
Grab a seat.
Empty chair This is ridiculous.
You can't find tiny people with a stick.
That's what they said to Jonas Salk.
Jonas Salk invented the polio vaccine.
Yes, but after THEY TOLD HIM that he couldn't find tiny people with a stick.
Fine, you use the stick.
I've got a few tricks in my engineering bag.
You don't have an engineering bag.
You could use Alice.
Ow! It looks like a variation on the Lancaster-Phelps containment design.
But can it catch an elf? That's the question.
Only one thing can kill an elf- A silver bullet.
After I find them It's up to you to gun them down.
These aren't real silver bullets.
They're just regular bullets spray painted silver.
Mine's only half painted.
I need more silver.
Thank you.
It is done.
If any beam is broken it will set off the system.
And, now the cheese.
All right, Wally, it's my watch.
You can catch some sleep and Wally, wake up! What? How long have you been asleep? I- I'm not sure.
What's today? Oh! music 99 dry erase markers music music On the white board music music 99 dry erase markers music music You take one down And sniff it all dry music music 98 dry erase markers music Hey, wait, wait, wait! It looks like a variation on the Lancaster-Phelps containment design.
Damn, they're not elves.
They're tiny engineers.
Gross! Only one way around this design.
Every design has an Achilles heel.
Hey, they're getting away! It's a narc! Run for it, man! You go that way.
I'll go this way.
Why? Why? Why what? Why do you get to go that way? Maybe somebody else would like to go that way.
Do you WANT TO GO THAT WAY? Not particularly.
Then go that WAY! Uh-oh, the man.
Hey, guys, quick! You got to see this.
Whoa little freaks.
Wait a minute, isn't that bill from the test engineering group? Yeah and Joan from tech support.
She once held the elevator for me.
Ooh, man and Marcia, and Ted and Henry.
I thought they were laid off years ago.
Ted, you tiny bastard, you owe me five bucks.
Shh, you're going to scare them off.
They've been downsized Literally.
They're disgusting vermin.
Just because they're small? No.
I shared a cubicle with that Ted guy- P-yew.
I think they're all hooked on sniffing those markers.
To blunt the pain of their bleak, dismal existence.
You think that helps? I guess they just stayed in the building after the layoffs close to their source of markers.
What should we do? I never would've thought downsizing would have such a literal impact on their cellular structure.
We have to help them.
Okay, except for Ted, who I will keep in a terrarium.
And you doubted the power of the divining rod.
The little people have been located.
Here's a picture of one of them.
Run for your lives! They're not dangerous.
They're actual former employees who were downsized.
They seem to be addicted to the dry erase markers.
Is it that hard to see ourselves in their tiny shoes? Yes.
Oh so, anyway, seriously, to get rid of the infestation I've hired a mysterious foreigner who says he can lure them out by playing an irresistible melody on his piccolo.
And when that doesn't work I pump the building full of insecticide.
Insecticide? You can't kill them just because they're annoying.
You don't really know until you try.
Boo! Boo! Boo! Hey, man, get off the stage! You suck! Yeah! Save the rain forest! Sugar magnolia! Not only are they small and sneaky, they know NOTHING about music! On to phase two.
You know, I think you could have waited for the weekend when we weren't here.
Oh, don't be such a baby.
I was assured the insecticide is almost never deadly to full-grown humans.
Now, suck it up and get back to work.
Where are you going? Me? I'm taking a long lunch.
I'll be back Thursday.
Look I can fly.
I just saw God.
Oh, this stuff is better than the markers.
There'll be no stopping them now.
They're going to take over.
Maybe We should shoot them.
Why? They haven't done anything wrong.
I think the blond is smiling at me.
She's inebriated.
All the better.
Who's going to sign for this? I will.
Let me.
You signed last time.
Allow me.
Keep it coming, bro.
Whoa, Dilbert's stressed.
Come on, bro, get on the love train.
I'm a little busy right now.
I'll catch a later train.
Dig you later.
There it is, survival of the fittest.
At least Wally made the cut.
A- ha! So you finally admit that I'm right about evolution.
Not if you want my help.
Once the telecommunications hub is gone the little people won't be able to order new dry erase markers.
Marker I need marker.
Nothing.
What now, Gulliver? Look at them.
It's pathetic.
They need to leave this environment.
Start fresh- build new lives.
We could sell them as toys and make a fortune.
No.
I'm talking about lending a hand, and you're talking about exploitation.
As if there's a difference.
There is.
Well, excuse my capitalism.
They just need a change of scenery Then they'll straighten out.
Is that your expert opinion as an engineer? I'm going to help these people.
After your idealism is crushed, feel free to plead for my help.
Does anyone have the number of dry erase markers anonymous? Dogbert! Collect them all, kids.
There's Phil from Marketing.
Peg from Payroll.
Gwen from Accounting.
Supply is limited so they can only go up in value.
Dry erase marker sold separately.
So, who's first? Me.
Me.
Me.
Over here.
Here.
Me first.