Sam Orowitz:
Everybody's got a Bob Woods in his life. Mine happens to be called Jake Bellow.
Gene Orowitz:
Your boss?
Sam Orowitz:
Yeah.
Gene Orowitz:
But he's five feet tall.
Sam Orowitz:
He's the boss. Now when he begins to ridicule me in front of the cashier and the ushers, I have to take it because I don't wanna lose my job. Believe me, it's no different than if he outweighed me by eighty pounds.
[His voice begins to crack]
Sam Orowitz:
I do know how you feel, and it stinks. It stinks to high heaven. So, so you see? We're in the same boat. The only difference is, you don't have a black forehead.
[Gene begins to smile. Sam ruefully smiles back]
Sam Orowitz:
Now come on, finish the sandwiches.
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