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| - This is the transcript for the episode The Lunch Club. (the episode starts at Mr. Maellard's Billionaire Brunch, two billionaires get a drink as Maellard walks towards them) Mr. Maellard: And that's what I call liquid assets! (the female billionaire laughs) Male Billionaire: Maellard, oh boy! Your brunch is the event of the season! Mr. Maellard: Eh, it's okay. But no brunch would be complete without a little desert! (he taps his cup with his cane) The most expensive sheet cake in the world! (a giant sheet cake is being brought in by some guards, it has "$1,000,000" written on it) Benson: Rigby!
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| - This is the transcript for the episode The Lunch Club. (the episode starts at Mr. Maellard's Billionaire Brunch, two billionaires get a drink as Maellard walks towards them) Mr. Maellard: And that's what I call liquid assets! (the female billionaire laughs) Male Billionaire: Maellard, oh boy! Your brunch is the event of the season! Mr. Maellard: Eh, it's okay. But no brunch would be complete without a little desert! (he taps his cup with his cane) The most expensive sheet cake in the world! (a giant sheet cake is being brought in by some guards, it has "$1,000,000" written on it) Mr. Maellard: If you want to know how much it costs, take a look at the frosting. (everybody laughs as Maellard smiles, when suddenly, Rigby comes through the bushes, sleeping on a lawn mower) Benson: Rigby! (Rigby ends up wrecking the cake, getting it splattered all over everybody) Mr. Maellard: Grr! (cut to the house) Rigby: What!? I'll buy you a new cake! Mr. Maellard: Hold on, now Benson! You share as much to blame as he does! You are his manager! Rigby: It's true, Benson! I told you I needed a nap! Benson: You were tired because you were up all night playing video games! Mr. Maellard: Enough! Rigby's a screw up but discipline starts at the top. So here's what's gonna happen. (he opens a drawer, gets out some paper and a pen) One of you is going to write a letter of resignation by 5 o'clock. Nobody leaves this office until it's done, and if you can't work it out. You're both fired! (he leaves and slams the door) Benson: This is the last thing I need today! First, my car breaks down and I have to get a ride from my dad! And now, this. Alright, Rigby. Stop playing around and write that letter! Rigby: (in the manager's chair) Why should I write it? Didn't you hear? Maellard said it was your fault! 'Cause you mismanaged me! Benson: Come on, Rigby! We both know this is your fault! Rigby: Not now, Benson! I'm reading upon my management techniques, there's some really good stuff in here!
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