Meghan Stephan: Hi, Roland.
Plukas: Hey, Meghan. What's shaking?
MS:: The usual. Working for the man, watching D'Angelo take all the credit for my work.
RP: Don't you mean my work?
MS: I'm not sure what you mean.
RP: Forget it. I didn't mean anything.
MS: Are you sure? It sounds like something is bothering you.
RP: The usual. Working for the man, thinking of new ways to market the Triceratops.
MS: No one does it better.
RP: Gee, thanks. Save it for my obit.
MS:: Well, look who woke up on the morbid side of the bed this morning.
RP: Sorry, I guess I'm just a little burnt. Were you going to ask me something?
MS: Oh well. Back to business. We need some new concepts for the Gallimimus. Chris is convinced they're the next big thing.
RP: I think they're stupid.
MS: Never underestimate the public's ability to latch on to stupid things, my tormented friend. Can I see some concepts by Friday?
RP: Whatever you say, boss.