CEO WIFE: Oh, my gosh. Is Obama cutting back on the bailout?
WIFE: Is that even legal?
CEO: I think so, and I'm afraid we're going to have to tighten our belts.
WIFE: What kind of a pay cut are you talking about?
CEO: Brace yourself. It's $500,000.
WIFE: Well, that's harsh, and Obama must not have any idea how hard you work. But I think we can get by on $10.5 million a year.
CEO: No, you don't get it. My pay would be $500,000. That's it. Honey? Honey, are you there?
WIFE: Yes, I'm here. I'm breathing into a paper sack.
CEO: Should I call 911?
WIFE: I'm fine. I think. The cash bonuses?
WIFE: The stock awards?
CEO: No longer.
WIFE: Does Barack Obama have any idea what it costs to live in Greenwich? He doesn't have to take it out on us just because half his nominees for White House jobs turned out to be tax cheats.
CEO: You're preaching to the choir.
WIFE: I want to make one thing clear: I am not giving up the house in the Hamptons.
CEO: We either give up the Hamptons or we give up Monkey Business. People with middle-class salaries don't own 450-foot yachts in Palm Beach.