Boss: Frank. Good to see you. You know Bart Pollock?
Frank: Well, we never met, but of course I...
Pollock: Glad to know you, Frank. Speaking of production control? Frank... This is a crackerjack. They're just tickled to death in Toledo.
Frank: Really?
Frank: So this guy Pollock was perfect presidential material in the worst sense, a million dollar smile and about three pounds of muscle between his ears. April, you should've heard this guy. "Frank, this is a crackerjack." What a horse's ass.
April: Wish I've seen his face when you told him you were leaving.
Frank: Yeah.
April: Here they come.
Helen: Sorry to be late.
April: You're not late.
Helen: The traffic was terrible.
April: You didn't have to do that.
Howard: Good to see you.
Frank: Good to see you.
Helen: Wasn't it terrible, Howard?
Howard: Route 12.
Frank: About the time they finish that stretch of road, they'll have to start all over again, right?
April: And you must be John?
Helen: Say hello, John.
John: Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about you.
Helen: Where are your darling children?
April: They're at a birthday party. Sorry they couldn't be here.
John: Don't worry. If I had a certified lunatic coming around my house, I'd probably get the kids out of the way too.
Helen: Look at all this food! You didn't have to go to any trouble for us.
April: It's just some sandwiches. John, would you like a sandwich?
John: Helen's been talking it up about you people for months. The nice young Wheelers on Revolutionary Road, the nice young revolutionaries on Wheeler road.
John: Would anyone like some Sherry?
Helen: Please, don't bother Frank.
John: I'd like some sherry. And I'll drink Helen's too, if she doesn't beat me to it.
Frank: Oh, hey...
John: You got a high-ball glass? Put a couple-three ice cubes in it, pour it up to the brim. That's the way I like it.
