Jimmy. Congrats!
Reggie. Stow it, old man; I'm simply worried to death. The whole cabush is on strike.
Jimmy. The blighters! What bunch are they?
Reggie. Stone-breakers.
Jimmy. Not the stone-breakers, surely?
Reggie. Yes, the stone-breakers, perish them!
Jimmy. And are you here about it?
Reggie. Sure. The junior director gets all the dirty work to do.
Jimmy. What a coincidence! I'm on the same stunt, old thing.
Reggie. Board of Trade?