Donna Paulsen : Louis, what happened?
Louis Litt : Oh. I'll tell you what happened. This stupid merger. It's bad enough my vote is worth a third of what it was last week. Now our uni-balls, gone.
Donna Paulsen : Our... What?
Louis Litt : Pens, Donna. The new quartermaster, Barbara L. Tottingham, will not buy us any more uni-balls. There's not one single uni-ball in this entire firm.
Donna Paulsen : Please stop saying uni-ball.
Louis Litt : No, I will not. Stuck with these stupid plastic things that keep breaking.
Donna Paulsen : So buy your own pen.
Louis Litt : [Astounded] Bu okay. There are two things in this firm that I hold very sacred - my uni-balls and my raspberry Bran bars. And if I have to go and buy 'em myself, well, then, this Barbara L. Tottingham has a message for me, loud and clear, and that's "Louis Litt, go screw yourself".