Pseudo-New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“Yes, Jerry, that is one damn big bubble. Now please give us the run down on accounts receivable.”

“Jerry, I think you need to rethink this ‘no foundation’ look immediately. You could get a kick off a candle with that shine.”

“Jerry, I can only say that I regard your attitude towards these meetings as dangerously flippant.”

“The mirror of fashion you are, but the mold of form you aren’t. I think you’re taking this entirely too far.”

“Jerry, fifties space helmets aren’t so far out they’re in. They’re so far out they’re ridiculous.”

“Face it, Jerry. Without the gorilla suit you got nothing. Somewhere, Phil Tucker is laughing.”

“Yes, I do see myself in you. But I don’t see you in you.”

“You’re misting like hell, Jerry. Are you sure you’ve got the hoses hooked up right?”

“You’re right, Jerry. That is the best damn ‘Rocket Man’ I’ve ever heard. William Shatner must be green with envy. Now can we get on with the damn meeting?”

“No, I don’t know what you’re smoking, Jerry. But I can guess.”

“Yes, Phyllis does have a damn skinny neck. And you have a damn shiny face. Now can we get down to business?”