Walker: . . .

This is bizarre. I don’t know what to make of it, and I don’t like it. I shouldn’t have to be dealing with anything at this hour. I’m not as young as I used to be. Need at least five hours of sleep a night.

Blake: Why don’t you do something nice for yourself, Master? Buy a failing company, liquidate the assets, tell all the former employees their pensions are gone, and pocket the profits — that always cheers you up.

Phone: Incoming call from: Broadcasting upstart

Walker: Answer it. WHAT.

Cohen: Walker! It’s Cohen. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time. This late, I wasn’t sure you’d answer at all . . . But it’s been so long since Patrick and I were in town. I didn’t want any delays in inviting you to dinner.