"Look, gentlemen," he says, "you tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Of course you want more summer jobs, and we want you to have them. That‘s what we‘re here for. I wish I could give everybody a job. You tell me how to get more jobs, and we’ll get them. We‘re doing all we can. If we can do more, you tell me how, and I’ll gladly do it."

One of the Bloods says, "Man, if you don‘t know how, then we don‘t need you."

"Dat‘s right, Brudda! Whadda we need you for?" You can tell me Samoans wish they had thought of that shoot-down line themselves - - Ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram - - they clobber the hell out of the floor.

"Man," says the Blood, "if you don‘t know nothing and you can‘t do nothing and you can‘t say nothing, why don‘t you tell your boss what we want."

"Dat‘s right, Brudda. You just drawing pay." Ba-ram- ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram.

"As I’ve already told you, he‘s in Washington trying to meet the deadlines for your projects!"

"You talk to the man, don‘t you? He’ll let you talk to him, won’t he?"

"Yes..."

"Send him a telegram, man!"

"Well, all right- -"

"...Pick up the telephone, man!"

"Dat‘s right, Brudda. Pick up the telephone." Ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram

"Please gentlemen! That‘s pointless! It’s already after six o‘clock in Washington. The office is closed!"

"Then call him in the morning, man," says the Blood. "We coming back here in the morning and we gonna watch you call the man! We gonna stand right on top of you so you won‘t forget to make the call!"

"Dat‘s right, Brudda! On top of you!" Ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram-ba-ram