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You know, I read an article that said Asian men are more comfortable kissing on the mouth as a sign of friendship.
They're not, no. Mm.
All right, well, I'll forward it to you.
Thank you. It's good.
Folks, this man did the impossible.
He took a product whose reputation had been badly tarnished and rebranded it as a product that consumers could once again love and trust.
Okay, if that dude in the vest could remarket our nasal spray, he could definitely remarket me.
And I love and trust you.
I love and trust you, too, sir.
Take a moment.
You're, uh, coming to my daughter's wedding this weekend, right?
Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world, sir.
Good. Good. Bring a date.
You're always alone. It's kind of weird.
I wouldn't call it weird.
It is. It is.
What are you doing in my office?
I'm Eliza, I work in sales, and it recently came to my attention that I have poor instincts, a weak stomach, no real friends, and...
Loose sexual morals?
Have we met?
If they make you EVP, I'm gonna murd...
Oh, sorry. I see you have company.
She was just leaving.
No, I wasn't. I'm not leaving until you say you'll help me.
But you can't be helped.
You are addicted to the instant gratification of unearned adulation from a group of perfect strangers you insist on referring to as your "Friends."
Our nasal spray caused satanic hallucinations, and you fixed that.
Come on. I just want to change my image.
You mean be a better person?
Or that.
Look, I'm not trying to, like, tug at your heartstrings or whatever, but I threw up really hard.
Like, my abs still hurt from throwing up that hard.
And I don't know if either of you have ever thrown up that hard...thestruggle.
But it really makes you think.
Makes you think what?
I'm genuinely dying to know.