haven't you?

mr. twimble: long, long time

just last month, that became a quarter of a century now

finch: that's beautiful! gee...a quarter of a century

and how long have you been in the male room?

mr.twimble: 25 years

yep, it takes a combination of skill, diplomacy

and bold caution!

(with music)

mr. twimble: when i joined this firm

as a brash young man.

well i said to myself: now brash young man.

don't get any ideas.

well, i stuck to that

and haven't had one in years.

finch: you play it safe!

mr. twimble: i play it the company way.

wherever the company puts me

there i'll stay.

finch: but what's your point of view?

mr. twimble: i have no point of view!

finch: supposing the company thinks that...

mr. twimble: i think so too!

finch: now, what would you say...

mr. twimble: i wouldn't say!

finch: your face is a company face...

mr. twimble: it smiles at executives

then goes back in place!

finch: the company furniture...

mr. twimble: always suits me fine!

finch: the company letterhead is..

mr. twimble: a valentine!

finch: is there anything you're against?

mr. twimble: unemployment!

finch: when they want brilliant thinking from employees...

mr. twimble: that is no concern of mine.

finch: suppose a man of genius makes suggestions....

mr. twimble: watch that genius get suggested to resign?

finch: so, you play it the company way.

mr. twimble: oh, company policy is by me ok.

finch: you'll never rise up to the top...

mr. twimble: but there's one thing clear,

whoever the company fires

i will still be here!

finch: you certainly found a home.

mr. twimble: it's cozy...

finch: your brain is a company brain.

mr. twimble: the company washed it,

now i can't complain.

finch: the company magazine...

mr. twimble: boy! what style, what punch

finch: the company restaurant!

mr. twimble: ev'ry day same lunch.

their hattock sandwich, it's delicious.

finch: i must try it!

mr. twimble: early in the week.

finch: do you have any hobbies?

mr. twimble: i've a hobby,

i play gin with mr. bratt.

finch: and do you play it nicely?

mr. twimble: play it nicely,

still he blitzes me in every game like that!

finch: why?

mr. twimble: 'cause i play it the company way.

mr. twimble: executive policy is by me ok.

finch: but how can you get anywhere?

mr. twimble: junior have no fear.

whoever the company fires

i will still be here.

finch: you will still be here.

mr. twimble: year, after year, after fiscal,

both: never take a risko.

yeeeear!