Men at Work (1990)
Leslie Hope: Susan Wilkins
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Quotes
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Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [car explodes] That's my car!
Carl : Looks pretty undriveable... Come on!
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Ted! Ted, what the hell is going on?
Carl : Uh, I left out a few things about myself...
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : I'm waiting, you son of a bitch!
Carl : First of all, it's Carl! So when you yell for me in a panic, yell Carl, OK?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Someting tells me there's more...
Carl : Last night you and Berger had a fight! You walked away, and the next day Berger was dead!
[Carl spots an alleyway and pulls Susan into it]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : How the hell do you know about that? Uh!
[Susan hits the wall]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : .
Carl : Look, I saw the two of you...
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Wait a minute! Wait a minute! You were spying on me?
Carl : Well, I wouldn't really consider it spying...
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [mockingly] Well, what would you really consider it then?
Carl : Let me finish! Lookit, you and Jack had a fight. You ran off, and the next day I found Jack's body in the trash.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Jack's body?
Carl : Somebody killed him, Susan. For a while, I thought it was you.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Wait, Jack cannot be dead, he was at my apartment last night!
Carl : Trust me, Jack is dead!
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : No no no, wait, Jack came over all upset because of a tape, and he wanted it, and I went to get the right tape...
[Susan reaches into her jacket pocket and finds the tape]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : This is it! This is it, this is what the crooks are after! Come on, we have to get this to the police!
[slaps Carl]
Carl : Wha, what the hell was that for?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Fo, for lying to me. I hate liars!
[starts to run again]
Carl : Hates liars?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [Susan runs back to Carl and slaps him again] *THAT's* for spying on me!
[Susan starts to run off again, leaving Carl standing there, confused. Realizing Carl is not running with her, she runs back and grabs his arm. Carl flinches, expecting to be slapped again]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Come on!
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Carl : [Carl cautiously approaches Susan's door. Susan' opens it, to put the garbage. Carl turns to run, trips over his feet and twists his ankle] Ahhhhhh! Owww!
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Ahhhhhhhhh!
Carl : Don't kill me!
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : What?
Carl : What? Sorry. I'm fairly new to the building.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : That's funny, I haven't seen you around in the building before...
Carl : Oh, I've been here in the building, for a long time I've been here... in... the building. I'm just new to this... floor. I'm a, uh... fra, franologist.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : What exactly does a franologist do?
Carl : Well, I feel and interpret the size of Walt's asshol...
[he catches himself]
Carl : ... Skull features. I study contours and, and skull features.
[he smiles]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Oh.
Carl : Oh, wow.
[staggers to his feet, his ankle beginning to swell]
Carl : . Not to impose, but if we could go inside, get some ice for this ankle, that'd be great.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Where?
Carl : In, your apartment.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : What's wrong with yours?
Carl : Oh no, no, my ice machine is... broken, and it's such a long way... Are you really going to refuse a man who is in, dire need of... of medical attention?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [smiles coyly] . No. But I didn't catch your name.
Carl : Oh, I'm Ted Blansky. The 3rd.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Susan Wilkins. The 1st.
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Carl : [Carl is kneading Susan's head, pretending to be a franalogist and read her contours] Wow. That is deep. That is very, very deep.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Mmmm.
[Susan is enjoying the head massage]
Carl : And that one.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Mmmm.
Carl : So is that one.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Hmmm?
Carl : You were born Cesearian, no?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : No.
Carl : Well, it's not an exact science.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Apparently not.
[she closes her eyes, continuing to enjoy the massage]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : .
Carl : [looks around, while still massaging her head] Mangos, you, you love Mangos.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [eyes closed, smiling] How did you know that?
Carl : Well, it's, all here in the contours!
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Hmm.
[She opens her eyes and sits up]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : Hmm. So, that's franology.
[she takes a sip of wine]
Carl : It's interesting, no?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : No. Weird. You know what? Let's take this off...
[she takes off Carl's ice wrap around his ankle]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : and let's, do something.
Carl : We are doing something.
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : No, let's go do something.
Carl : Like what?
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : I don't know. But, it'll be fun!
Carl : But, my ankle...
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [mock whining] Ohh, your ankle! Come on!
[helps Carl to his feet]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : . Oh, let me get my keys.
Carl : [grabs the trash bag by the door and begins to look through it]
Susan Wilkins, Berger's Campaign Manager : [returns, sees him holding the trash bag] Do you always look through people's trash?
Carl : Well, sometimes it's the best way to get to know them.
[puts the trash bag back on the floor]