Those files better say that I can buy a boat, Gene. My wife loves boats. My girlfriend loves boats.
I’m looking at your files, and for starters, you can declare bankruptcy.
Gene, what the hell are you talking about? I checked my account just last week and saw $40,000.
Sorry. I must not have seen a couple of zeroes. It’s these goddamn french fries. They always grease ‘em to the point where your fingers are smudging things for hours.
You can always wash your hands after eating.
I’ve been your accountant for forty years, and every day I’ve eaten french fries at lunch.
Jesus, Gene. How’s that treating your health?
I got high cholesterol. Doctor says I only got twenty five years to live, but you know everybody only cares about Gene come April, when he’s saving them tens of thousands of dollars.
You eat french fries every day at lunch? And you’ve never washed your hands after?
Forty years running.
Gene, how many clients do you have?
Ten? A hundred? How the hell am I supposed to know?
The IRS, Gene. This is tax fraud on a major scale.
The IRS? You mean the IR? Those guys have been sending me a lot of emails.
Gene, I gotta call my lawyer. This is unfathomable.
What are we talking about here? A couple of missed zeroes. It can happen to anybody. My granddaughter does it all the time.
Your granddaughter doesn’t manage my life savings.
My granddaughter doesn’t manage your life savings on weekdays.
