Christmas in July Quote
Dr. Maxford: ... and I said you can stay here 'til *Hoboken* freezes over! I should have fired the whole bunch of 'em!
Don Hartman: I was mortified.
Dr. Maxford: The biggest moment in commercial annals muffed by a gang of horse whistles who wouldn't know a slogan from a... ma-ma-ma... a poke in the eye with a stick!
Don Hartman: I thought I'd die of embarrassment.
Dr. Maxford: I wish they died a lockjaw. What good are these contests anyway? They interrupt the entire organization - they make ya millions of enemies - and all they prove is you're making too much money in the first place, since you can afford to toss a large chunk to some sap head who probably never had a cup of your coffee in his life but lives on goat's milk.
Don Hartman: Have they reached a verdict, yet?
Dr. Maxford: I don't know and I don't care!
Don Hartman: Maybe if they hold off 'til our next broadcast...
Dr. Maxford: No. [shouts]
Dr. Maxford: No! That would be the *intelligent* thing to do. That would be useful to the company that clothes and feeds 'em and sends their children to college... so they can grow up and be dumbbells like their parents.
Don Hartman: [ironically smirking] Heh, hee, hee, hee.
Dr. Maxford: [intercom rings] Well, what da *you* want?!
Maxford's secretary: The contest winner's here, Dr. Maxford.
Dr. Maxford: The contest winner?
Maxford's secretary: Yes, sir.
Dr. Maxford: [to Hartman] Well, how do you like that. First they bottle up the biggest scoop of the year and then when they get
Don Hartman: I was mortified.
Dr. Maxford: The biggest moment in commercial annals muffed by a gang of horse whistles who wouldn't know a slogan from a... ma-ma-ma... a poke in the eye with a stick!
Don Hartman: I thought I'd die of embarrassment.
Dr. Maxford: I wish they died a lockjaw. What good are these contests anyway? They interrupt the entire organization - they make ya millions of enemies - and all they prove is you're making too much money in the first place, since you can afford to toss a large chunk to some sap head who probably never had a cup of your coffee in his life but lives on goat's milk.
Don Hartman: Have they reached a verdict, yet?
Dr. Maxford: I don't know and I don't care!
Don Hartman: Maybe if they hold off 'til our next broadcast...
Dr. Maxford: No. [shouts]
Dr. Maxford: No! That would be the *intelligent* thing to do. That would be useful to the company that clothes and feeds 'em and sends their children to college... so they can grow up and be dumbbells like their parents.
Don Hartman: [ironically smirking] Heh, hee, hee, hee.
Dr. Maxford: [intercom rings] Well, what da *you* want?!
Maxford's secretary: The contest winner's here, Dr. Maxford.
Dr. Maxford: The contest winner?
Maxford's secretary: Yes, sir.
Dr. Maxford: [to Hartman] Well, how do you like that. First they bottle up the biggest scoop of the year and then when they get
Movie: Christmas in July
