GUY RAPHAELSON:
((Busy in his office with telephone calls from various clients, employers, and more, he barely has time to open the embossed ivory legal-size envelope.))
**Awww, that's so sweet..... No, I don't mean you... I mean, yes you are sweet, but that's not what I was trying to-..... I know.... Would you just get those CDs ready for shipment?!!**
((Guy hangs up the phone disgusted, but it quickly rings again.))
**Guy.... Yes, get the Cher wigs on the market ASAP, demand is rising fast.... What do you mean there's not enough peacock feathers for the Cherstravaganza Boas? Didn't we buy that peacock farm in Andelusia?..... Well tell Rolf that the cowboy hats don't need that many feathers, we have to share resources here.**
((No sooner had the phone been placed on the receiver, than it rang again.))
**Guy.... No, the artificial moustaches should be a polyester/acrylic blend... no wool in them at all.... Oh you got the wrong shipment, that's supposed to go to the Woollen Ecstasy factory. I'll let Lucise know about the shipment error.... We're doing fine, thank you.... Umm, that's not really any of your business, is it? Talk to you later.**
((Guy jots down something in his notebook as he puts the phone back on the set. It rings again. Guy sighs as he reaches for it.))