CEO: Monkey Business?
CEO: I'm sorry.
WIFE: The masseuse? The personal trainer? The driver?
CEO: Honey, it's tough all around.
WIFE: This isn't just cruel, it's bad economics. Do they realize how many people we employ?
CEO: That's another thing. We can't justify six full-time landscapers.
WIFE: Do you expect me to mow 22 acres of lawn?
CEO: At the very least, we may have to switch to illegal immigrants.
WIFE: Honey, they ARE illegal immigrants.
CEO: Speaking of which . . .
WIFE: Don't even think of it.
CEO: Two housekeepers, a cook and three nannies? I mean, the kids are grown and gone. I know the art collection thing is exhausting, honey, but it's not like you've got a job. If we're going to be forced to survive on a half-million a year, we're going to have to make sacrifices.
WIFE: Couldn't we just cut health benefits for the entire domestic staff?
CEO: We don't pay any benefits.
WIFE: Oh my, this is a nightmare. It's, oh, oh . . . .
CEO: Honey? Are you there?
WIFE: I'm breathing into the bag. What am I supposed to tell friends?
CEO: Tell them what I said all along: This wouldn't be happening if John McCain had picked Mitt Romney.