"Another couple hours. I glued the key back on."
Larry said, "Rune, maybe you could go work on them now."
Rune said, "I thought we were going to talk concepts."
"Oh," Mary Jane said, looking down at her, "I hadn't understood you were in a creative position here at the studio."
"I--"
"What do you do, exactly?"
Larry said, "Rune's our production assistant."
Looking her up and down, Mary Jane said, "Oh." And smiled like a fourth-grade teacher.
Mr. Wallet was looking at a huge roll of a backdrop, twenty feet across, mottled like a pastel Jackson Pollock painting. "Now, that's something else. You think we can use that for the shoot? Mary Jane, what do you think?"
She glanced toward it and said slowly, "Might just fly. We'll put our thinking caps on about it." She turned back to the desk and opened her briefcase. "I've done a memo with all the schedule deadlines." She handed the paper to Rune. "Could you run and make a copy of it?"
Larry took the paper and held it out to Rune. "Sure she will." His eyes narrowed and Rune took the sheet.
"I'll be back in just a minute. I'll run just like a bunny."
"Daddy, will they have a makeup person? I don't have to do my own makeup, do I?"
Rune vanished through the door into the office. Larry followed.
"I thought you said it was bleedin' finished."
"The e fell off your cheap-ass typewriter. That's the most-used letter in the English language."
"Well, go buy a new fuckin' typewriter. But I want those estimates in a half hour."
"You're a sellout."
I don't 'ave time for your bleedin' lectures, Rune. You work for me. Now get the copies made and get those estimates to us."
"You're going to let those people walk all over you. I'm looking out for your pride, Larry. Nobody else's going to."
"You gotta pay the rent, honey. Rule number one in business: Get the bucks. You don't have any money you don't get to do what you want."
"They're obnoxious."
"True."
"He smells bad."
"He does not."
"Somebody smells bad. And that woman, that Mary Jane, is a dweeb."
"What the 'ell's a dweeb?"
"Exactly what she is. She's--"
The door opened and Mary Jane's smiling face looked out, her eyes perching on Rune. "Are you the one who's in charge of lunch?"
Rune smiled. "You betcha."