Playing the Game(s)

The departmental procession is underway.

[cheering] Don't you have some hapless visitors to harass and harangue?

Don't worry, Mr.

Chairman.

I deputized my son, Stan.

He's keeping an eye on the museum while I'm away.

You left your son in charge to oversee a collection worth billions? How old is your son?

Either 12 or 13.

We're not quite sure.

I'm seriously questioning your judgment right now.

Stan is a pro.

He's a really good watcher.

Did you know he can go a full hour without blinking? Sometimes he'll just stare at a wall all day.

[laughs] I hope he gets a break.

He takes a lot of naps.

Sometimes he sleeps 12 hours a day.

Sounds like your son is suffering from depression.

Have you had him screened?

Oh, he's not depressed.

He's just lazy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't say that.

Don't you know how dangerous it is to perpetuate that kind of stigma?

You're the one perpetuating stigma, insinuating my son must be bad at his job.

Maybe instead of focusing on his job performance, you should focus on yours.