Oh, go on up and go to bed, Jed.

Well, I reckon I better call up that Mr. Chapman that runs the studio and tell him the bad news.

Ain't you going?

Yeah, but it'll take a spell.

That studio's about a seven or eight mile walk.

No wonder Drysdale wants to turn this studio into a real estate development.

We haven't shown a profit in two years!

And you're supposed to be my four top producers!

Have you turned out a money-making picture in the last two years?

No, sir.

How about you?

No, sir.

You?

Oh, no, sir.

No, sir.

A fine bunch of nephews you are.

Just don't sit there.

Somebody answer the phone!

Conference room.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chapman cannot be disturbed.