(..) Okay, Valon Dudeshev. Yes. He is a bellhop at Hotel Poggio. Right, I called the manager at the hotel, asked if any of his employees showed any signs of being in a fight. And Valon showed (..)

(..) greener than fucking lettuce. And in one year not only do they promote you above me, but they make you a branch manager. And in all that time not once do I ever recall you even saying what? "Thank you." Where's the fucking gratitude (..)

(..) When they pay you to watch TV, you'll be loaded. Until then, get up and work, like everybody else. How long can the calls for a start be resisted by the manager? - Good goal, man. - You OK? Mr Harris, what's going on with you? You were a disaster. Are you ever going (..)