FINCH:
Mr. Twimble

MR. TWIMBLE:
Yes?

FINCH:
You've been with this company a long time, haven't you?

MR. TWIMBLE:
A long, long time. Just last month I became a quarter of a century man

FINCH:
Aww, that's beautiful! Gee, a quarter of a century!

MR. TWIMBLE:
A quarter of a century!

FINCH:
And how long have you been in the mailroom?

MR. TWIMBLE:
25 years. Yep! It takes a combination of skill, diplomacy and bold caution

When I joined this firm
As a brash young man
Well I said to myself now brash young man
Don't get any ideas, well, I stuck to that
And haven't had one in years.

FINCH:
Ah, you play it safe

MR. TWIMBLE:
I play it the company way.
Wherever the company puts me
There I'll stay.

FINCH:
But what's your point of view?

MR. TWIMBLE:
I have no point of view!

FINCH:
Supposing the company thinks

MR. TWIMBLE:
I think so too!

FINCH:
Now, what would you say if they put you-

MR. TWIMBLE:
I wouldn't say!

FINCH:
You're facing the company face

MR. TWIMBLE:
It smiles at executives
then goes back in place!

FINCH:
The company furniture...

MR. TWIMBLE:
Oh, it suits me fine!

FINCH:
The company letterhead...

MR. TWIMBLE:
A Valentine!

FINCH:
Is there anything you're against?

MR. TWIMBLE:
Unemployment!

FINCH:
When they want brilliant thinking
from employees

MR. TWIMBLE:
That is no concern of mine

FINCH:
Suppose a man of genius make suggestions

MR. TWIMBLE:
What's that genius get suggested to resign?

FINCH:
So, you play it the company way?

MR. TWIMBLE:
Oh, company policy is by me ok.

FINCH:
You'll never rise up to the top

MR. TWIMBLE:
But there's one thing clear
Whoever the company fires
I will still be here!

FINCH:
Oh, you certainly found a home.

MR. TWIMBLE:
It's cozy

FINCH:
Your brain is a company brain.

MR. TWIMBLE:
The company washed it,
Now I can't complain.

FINCH:
The company magazine...

MR. TWIMBLE:
Know what style, what punch

FINCH:
The company restaurant

MR. TWIMBLE:
Every day same lunch.
Their hattock sandwich, it's delicious.

FINCH:
I must try it!

MR. TWIMBLE:
Early in the week.

FINCH:
Do you have any hobbies?

MR. TWIMBLE:
I've a hobby, I play gin with Mr. Bratt.

FINCH:
And do you play it nicely?

MR. TWIMBLE:
Play it nicely, still he blitzes me on every game like that!

FINCH:
Why?

MR. TWIMBLE:
'Cause I play it the company way.
Executive policy is by me ok

FINCH:
How can you get anywhere?

MR. TWIMBLE:
Junior have no fear.
Whoever the company fires
I will still be here.

FINCH:
You will still be here.

MR. TWIMBLE:
Year, after year, after fiscal,

BOTH:
Never take a risko year!