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| - Bots: (in a whisper) He's hired. He's hired. He's hired. He's hired. Joel: I'm hired. Bots: He’s hired. Joel: I hope I don't get fired. Bots: He's hired. Joel: In forty years I'll be retired. But for now, I'm simply hired. Bots: He's hired. He's hired. He's hired. He's hired. Joel: I got a job today. Bots: He's hired. Joel: I'm selling Chevrolets. Bots: He's hired. Joel: I'm bringing home good pay. Bots: He's hired. Joel: I just got hired. Bots: He's hired. He's hired. He's hired. He's hired. He got a job today. Joel: Yeah, me! Bots: He's selling Chevrolets. Joel: We're gonna get awnings. Bots: He's bringing home good pay. Joel: Maybe even dessert. (at same time with bots next line) I just got hired. Bots: He just got hired. All: HIRED! (music changes) Joel: I was wondering if you'd like to see my-- Gypsy: No! Joel: But I really think you should see my-- Tom: No! Joel: It's got a lovely-- Gypsy: No! Joel: And if only you would-- Crow: No! Bots: Can't you see we're trying to tell you no! (music changes) Tom: (spoken) Ahh. (singing) Zeros, zeros. None of my salesmen has ever sold a car. Sometimes I think I might be pushing them too far. I think I'll hit the bar And try to get my mind off zeros. Gypsy: Zeros. Tom: Zeros. Gypsy: Zeros. Tom: All of my salesmen are zeros. (music changes) Crow: Good evening, sonny. Tom: Hi, Dad. Crow: You look depressed. Tom: I am. Gypsy: Come on and have some lemonade. Tom: Thanks, Mom, but that won't help. Crow: Just get it off your chest. Tom: Okay. I suck at my job. Crow: No, you don't. Tom: Yes, I do. Gypsy: Oh, my. Tom: My salesmen are slobs. Crow: No, they aren't. Tom: Yes, they do. Crow and Gypsy: Huh? Tom: I'd like to make a sale, but what can I do? I'm gonna be a failure just like you, Dad. Crow: Like me? Tom: That's right, I'll be a failure just like you! Crow: (spoken) Why, you, son of a ragalfragen... Joel: (spoken) Extry, extry, read all about it! Pearl Harbor bombed! Roosevelt declares war! Tom: (spoken) Well, that's it! Crow: What's it? Tom: Uncle Sam's gonna need cars. Why, selling Chevrolets is gonna help the war effort. Don't ya see, Dad? Come on everybody! All: (singing) See the U.S.A. in your Chev-- Joel: (spoken) Stop! We got Commercial Sign. Tom: (spoken) For crying out loud! Crow: (spoken) What's the point? Joel: Commercial Sign.
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