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but Security has invoiced Admin for Tuttle, Archibald, heating engineer.
Oh, what a relief. Finish your tea, Sam.
What? Oh. Thanks.
I don't know what I would do if you ever got promoted.
- Oh, God, don't worry about that. - No, but if they did promote you, uh -
I've told you before. I'd turn it down.
- Would you? Really? - Really.
You've been promoted.
It's your mother, isn't it? Pulling strings again.
Sam, it's time for you to grow up and accept responsibility.
Your poor father would be appalled at your lack of promotion. Ooh!
Mother, I just wish you would stop interfering.
I don't want promotion. I'm happy where I am.
No, you're not. Jack Lint is a lesson to you.
He doesn't have your brains, but he's got the ambition.
You haven't got the ambition.
Luckily, you've got me and the deputy minister.
- Mr. Helpmann was very close to your father. - Now, please, Mrs. Lowry.
Don't get upset.
Mr. Lowry, please wait in reception. You're giving her wrinkles.
- You see? - [ Sam ] God!
Just try and relax, Mrs. Lowry.
I'll make you 20 years younger.
- Ha! - Yoo-hoo, Dr. Jaffe. You are a genius.
Would you like to be surgeon general?
I know simply everybody.
Well, they won't know you when I've finished with you.
- Mmm. [ Chuckles ] - First...
we remove the excess derma.
- So. - Mmm.
Now the flaccid tissues under the eyes and the forehead.
- Zip. - Oh.