Richard: Jenna, my balls - Excuse my French - are in an iron vice. Corporates are twisting and squeezing like a bunch of dominatrixes on steroids, and now Lucy is presenting her own re-design without you. Could you tell me what is going on? Jenna: What is going on is that you are going to have more choices. Richard: With all due respect to Lucy, I'm far more anxious to know what you've been working on. Jenna: Thank you. Richard: I'm not trying to compliment you. I'm trying to pressure you. Jenna: How long until your balls get totally squished? Richard: Hopefully never, I'm rather attached to my balls. Jenna: Can they hang in there til five?