The Company Way-Daniel Radcliffe

haven't you? mr. twimble: long, long time just last month, that became a quarter of a century now finch: that's beautiful! gee...a quarter of a century and how long have you been in the male room? mr.twimble: 25 years yep, it takes a combination of skill, diplomacy and bold caution! (with music) mr. twimble: 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: 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 that... mr. twimble: i think so too! finch: now, what would you say... mr. twimble: i wouldn't say! finch: your face is a company face... mr. twimble: it smiles at executives then goes back in place! finch: the company furniture... mr. twimble: always suits me fine! finch: the company letterhead is.. 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 makes suggestions.... mr. twimble: watch 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: 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: boy! what style, what punch finch: the company restaurant! mr. twimble: ev'ry 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 in every game like that! finch: why? mr. twimble: 'cause i play it the company way. mr. twimble: executive policy is by me ok. finch: but 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. yeeeear!